A Mother’s Ode To Legos
Legos legos everywhere. They’re in my shoes, they’re in my hair. Peeking out from the oddest places, little bitty Lego faces.
Wheels and bricks,pirates and sticksmock me as I search for the pieces,checking all the nooks and creases.
Legos, legos everywhere. As I gather them up, it’s just not fairHow they can hide and scatter, making cleaning a messier matter.
I imagine one day gathering the piles of bits and scattering them for miles. But my little boy loves them with all his heart, except for when they break apart.
So here I am, on my knees. Can’t someone help me, please Find all the legos that he’s strewn across my living room alone?
Legos, legos everywhere. I…