Lego Set and Dollhouse
Once in a chequered lane, I saw a shop;
Flooding with toys to sparkle young ones' eyes.
Pointing towards the magical realm,
I urged my father to take us in.
A wavering vision saw many a delights,
But it was transfixed on a lego set.
Older sister was quiet for a while;
She erupted in cries of wanting a doll house,
But a glare from our old man hushed her.
Years later, she found herself a handsome spouse!
A daughter they had with rosy lips and pink cheeks;
I was cursed with the love she gave me,
But father never cradled her in his lap.
Once when in my room I caressed my lego blocks,
I heard my sister rampage into the house.
She yelled in anguish about how her honey left,
Just because she wanted to buy a doll house;
Not for herself but for her doll of porcelain.
The night was tough and she sobbed,
But a speck of light is brightest in the thick dark.
Next morning, for everyone it did,
But not for my dear sister:
She sliced her wrists and left a note in red,
"No dollhouse for me but why my innocent daughter?"
Up to my waist's height, with pearly orbs,
She stood in front of me with a loving sight;
Her twinkling shine spoke more than words ever do;
In the depth of her eyes, I recalled,
How her mother suppressed her own desires;
How she died not by the blood loss,
But I murdered her with the lego blocks:
Everytime I built it bottom to top she lost a piece,
And a brick of her dollhouse dropped down.
She died not the day she was denied her dreams,
But the day I willingly snatched them to be mine.
Now to repent, I wish to buy my niece a dollhouse,
I'm penniless but I could sell the lego set,
When has it ever happened that a dollhouse be built,
At the stake of a Lego House?
Why does it
to be lego
the ruins of
bricked with a
little lady's dreams?