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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