Back in the seventies
when I had little boys
Playmobil ranked among
their favorite toys.
Beloved childhood pieces
tenderly packed away
in case other little fingers
might some day want to play.
And play they did!
And added more
turning Grandma’s house
into Playmobil store.
Little fingers again grown
it’s the same old story
and I am determined
to re-box inventory.
I won’t know
that next generation
but I hope they will hear of me
at the next exhumation.
February 22, 2017 at 12:08 pm
I saved my boys’ Playmobil and Lego, but ours are all mixed up in plastic bins. I do admire your tender packing, as I’m sure subsequent generations will also.
February 22, 2017 at 12:33 pm
Almost everything here has been in plastic bins too. I’m not sure why I have this compulsion to store things in their boxes; it certainly isn’t because I have nothing else to do. It’s lovely to know that I’m not the only one holding on to such things! It was so worth it, though: to see my grandchildren playing with my sons’ old toys has been great fun.
February 22, 2017 at 12:08 pm
Simple times – a toy with pieces, small hands, and a vivid imagination. 🙂
February 22, 2017 at 12:36 pm
You are SO right about the imagination! What fun they had — as did we. (We don’t have to be grown-ups all the time!)