Legos, lego's everywhere!

As the mom of two boys fanatically in love with Legos, I have found myself screaming inside at all the hundreds of little pieces I have to clean up every day, several times a day. Knowing I'm not alone, I created this tribute to the great lego search we moms find ourselves involved in each day. Enjoy!

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 sticks

mock 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 fair

How 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’m about to pull out all my hair.

Stepping on them makes me curse

which just makes matters worse.

One day when I’m old and gray,

and I’m asked how I got this way

I’ll look up from my shiny wheelchair

at the psych ward attendant and say

“Legos legos, everywhere!”

- Miranda N. Bradley

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