TOYSHOP WINDOW GAZING
A wooden castle with windows and a drawbridge wide
Which could hold a regiment of toy soldiers inside
And a turret with a big red dome -
No point in even asking to take it home
Then, each time we passed the toy shop
I just had to slow and stop
And muse and wish achingly without relief -
But it was never going to be my boyhood fief.
Now, my kids don’t stop there to muse
But chisel, saw, and screws I use -
The toyshop now is closed for trade
Instead I’ve cut and glued and made
That wooden castle for them
And doll-house, puppets,cars, and farm
And sailing boats and planes and things
Like tree house, stilts, and garden swings.
Absence of a small toy leaves heart unfulfilled
And makes big boy hands much more skilled.