A little toy engine sits on my shelf,
It isn’t mine. I didn’t buy it for myself,
It was part of a birthday present for a special boy,
a battery-run, magnetic, self-propelling toy
that was meant to pull its wagons round a track.
It didn’t work and I had to bring it back.
A replacement engine is on its way.
I’m hoping it will arrive today.
If you didn’t know, you might overlook
the little toy engine surrounded by books.
But I know. Because it’s small, it fits
in the palm of my hand as I pass and sit
at my desk, and it gives me inspiration:
a little toy engine to spark my imagination.
Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2020
Rommy wishes us a happy April, and reminds us that life is now moving at a slower pace because of the corona virus pandemic. She says that she’s adapting to it by savouring the slowness and considering her relationship to all the small things in her life. She asks us to create a new piece of poetry or prose (fiction or non-fiction) that incorporates the idea of ‘small things’.
My poem is whimsical, to cheer myself up, as I can only interact with my grandson via Face messaging, and don’t know when I’ll get to cuddle and play with him again.