Who's Dreaming? by Vestanna K. Kolterman
The aftermath of
The Stuffed Animal War
in Downtown Lego City.
Blocks lie strewn beside the bed.
Monk-Monk is standing on his head.
The lincoln-logs are cast away,
just like all the games we played today.
Shirt and pants flung down on the floor,
no matter how I nag they never make it to the hamper by the door.
Here lies the hero of the day,
length-wise across the bed, wore out by play.
He sleeps, his rosy cheeks a glow.
I watch as I gather up the toys to stow.
He smiles in some dream,
and at times like this it seems,
that I'm the one whose dreaming.
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