I got a Lionel train set for Christmas,
Many years ago.
I saw it.
And I watched my father and his brother,
Play with it...
Until the motor burned.
And the control switch was ruined.
I never touched it.
I looked as they argued...
Over who did what and why.
I told friends of mine at school,
I had gotten a train set for Christmas!
As their eyes widened,
I smiled.
And they were envious of me.
This one takes me back to my own childhood and the train set my brother and I were given as a 'joint' present. I didn't play with it either, but I recall all the dads spending Christmas afternoon entranced. Sad - the irony and the truth of your words. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many a time we travel back to our childhood and heave sighs! - great never to be got days!