Two Children on the Floor
Two children on the floor
Playig to their hearts content
In a world all their own
Their small Lego pieces
Continuing a story they love
The bald head of one of the children
The way the older one
Is always by his side
Tells of a battle of his own
And a caring sister
The soft, fluffy carpet was a jungle
Holding the piece to their story
Base was the frigid marble fireplace
That has never embraced a fire
In the children's memory
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
The story was drawn out and complex
Changing at the will of the children's imagination
Flying in space, fighting battles
Where the good and the bad never died
Two children on the floor
Enjoying their time together
Before their younger, sticky-fingered brothers tried to join
Or their mother told them to pick up their toys
And go to bed