Toys In My Hand

Written by: Michael J. Falotico


                                    Words I play with like toys on the floor…
                               I wind them up as they scamper out the door…

                                    Others like clay I can mold in my hand… 
                               While a few scatter as so many grains of sand…

                                 Words become blocks I can build to the sky…
                                       Each has a feeling even if a bit shy…

                                  Still my pages from my mind will all be read…
                              Through sounds or through visions it will be said…