Sunday, April 28, 2013

Toy Room...MagPie 166

Illustration by Helen Ward
Provided by Tess Kincaid, MagPie 166

The playroom sat silent
The children all spent
The clutter was cleared
As nighttime appeared

With evening came solace
To review our day
Never thinking of toys
That come out to play

We sit in our chairs
Our slippers in place
Our chins on our chests
All ready for rest

Our children they dream
of toys having fun
They know they'll be gone
before coming sun

Original Copyrighted Work by:  C Hummel Kornell


12 comments:

  1. I still think that toys have secret lives.

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  2. I remember thinking as a child that my toys did come out and play while I was asleep!
    Lovely poem and have a great week!

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  3. Smoothly clever and cleverly smooth...

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  4. Ha! Yes, every child's fantasy of the inner life of the playroom! Love the whimsy here!

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  5. You manage to describe in such a short poem the evening routine of most parents: at the end of the day with children and toys tucked away - parents sit, reviewing their day and preparing for rest.
    You're very good at it!

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  6. Oh, you guys, what nice things to say. Really, I'm still a kid at heart--perhaps the grown up 'Puff the Magic Dragon' sort. Thanks for all the lovely comments and stop back often.

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  7. Your poem tugged me straight back to Rosie - my rag doll with a porcelain face!

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  8. Thank you Helena, if I have been able to help you recall fond childhood memories, my writing is worthwhile. Stop back soon.

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  9. Such a charming poem and so beautifully composed =)

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