The Toy Room.

The Toy Room

Kaylee A. Ferree

The only two grand-daughters all grown up now
No one to play with the old, forgotten toys
The hand-made teddy bears worn from hugs and smiles
Their arms still outstretched, pleading for one last embrace
Strong sunlight through the window illuminating
The child’s small rocking chair, legs covered in bite marks
From the family’s old beagle named Velvet
Remember the old, roughly upholstered couch
Not comfy or snuggly enough for naps
And remember the sharp smell of legal pads
Grandpa’s office over-run by cute dollies
The closet was a forest of unworn clothes
They covered the childish toys of young hearts
Board games, Barbie’s, and puzzles missing pieces
Hours spent running a miniature plastic farm
Pages of books yellowing on the shelves
Stories read a hundred times not growing old
Young hands holding Go, Dog Go! and Hop On Pop
Learning how to read on the lap of a teacher
The kind of teacher that is a Grandmother
The door never completely shut while playing
Hearing Zoobilee Zoo left on the T.V.
The strong voice of the Grandfather ringing loud
Singing old western songs – his voice not shaky
Snacks of crackers and peanut butter or
M & M’s and soft chocolate chip cookies
Spending the rest of the day with new crayons
The only goal was to stay in the lines
Wish to return to the cozy old toy room
The only two grand-daughters all grown up now

This poem has been shortened and revised to turn in for our midterm assignment in my Poetry class. I will post the revised version sometime. But first, please tell me what you think of the original. I would love feedback on these poems, even if they're not mine. And remember, let me know if you want to read any other poets or a certain genre of poem. Thanks.

Kay.