Old Toys

A favorite of childhood
Brought on every trip
Stitched whenever harmed
Sharing in ice cream
And gum that remains today
Precious toy held in the night
Until age takes the child away

A token of youth
Carried through the years
Gradually ignored
Collecting dust and fading
Soon left behind
Sitting upon a shelf
Or tucked into a chest

Then it happens once again
Child returns to hug
And carry with such care
Not as rough or reckless
Due to a parent’s words
About their toy
That their child now holds

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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6 Responses to Old Toys

  1. Circle of the life of a toy. Well done.

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  2. How wonderful is the innocence of childhood. Our own children give a little bit of it back to us when they are young. Great post.

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  3. Love this poem. I keep thinking Toy Story 3.

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