Little boy's toy

Torn page held tight in his dirty hand
The little boy runs, his eyes intent
Panting with eager delight in his plan.
Until at last, strength almost spent

 

He bounds happily up the toyshop stair.
A bell announces the entrance of the boy
Into his bright paradise! Finally there….
His breath steadies as he waits, alive with joy,

 

For his turn. He smooths the crinkled image
Out on the counter, scatters his piggy bank’s bliss
Across the glassy counter’s gleaming mirage.
At last he can ask “do you have this?”

 

At last the box is lifted from the cart
And he clutches it to his racing heart.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

This is a very well written write here, could picture the whole thing.