I am a child at heart and therefore I love toys. Yes and I still have some. The porcelain doll and the teddy in the picture are sitting in a gorgeous little wooden pram in my living room and I love my old timer little red car. I remember the days when my kids were small and we lived in Holland. We build a piece on our house. You walked through an arch and came in a bright room with slide doors to a wonderful garden. In that room was a little plastic kitchen, with coloured fruit in baskets, a wooden stove with little pans, a big basket full of dressing up clothes. A puppet show. Lots I bought on second hand markets or my husband made it. Like the garage with a lift for dinky toys standing next to a carpet with roads on it. He made little tables and chairs next to a shelve with paper and paint. We had a wardrobe full of blocks and games and much more. Oh what a paradise it was to see the children play. All these little people completely engaged in a fantasy world.
My toys
by marja Blom
What a mess these toys she dares to say
she, who has never time to play
I'll tell you this you Miss O midy
You are the one who makes this place look untidy
What a snobbery, a snobbery
to want to do away with these dolls of me
I confine in them, I dine with them
I drink a cup of tea with them
They play with me, they pray with me
They are patient when I talk oui oui
I am their mother, teacher friend
They've got all that time with me to spent
avec moi, with me, with me
They cuddle hug and snuggle me
At night when I'm alone in my bed
They look so pretty and cute to me
They are my dearest company
my dolls my friends to be
by marja Blom
What a mess these toys she dares to say
she, who has never time to play
I'll tell you this you Miss O midy
You are the one who makes this place look untidy
What a snobbery, a snobbery
to want to do away with these dolls of me
I confine in them, I dine with them
I drink a cup of tea with them
They play with me, they pray with me
They are patient when I talk oui oui
I am their mother, teacher friend
They've got all that time with me to spent
avec moi, with me, with me
They cuddle hug and snuggle me
At night when I'm alone in my bed
They look so pretty and cute to me
They are my dearest company
my dolls my friends to be
Love the pic and the poem. I still have many of my toys too :)
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful dolls!
ReplyDeleteAnd the poem was entertaining. :)
Cuttee:D
ReplyDeleteA fun poem. Enjoyed that.
ReplyDeleteReally lovely dolls! One of my neighbours collects all kind of antique dolls and toys. She has a magnificent collection of very old dolls and some of them are very rare and difficult to get. Never give them away, Marja!
ReplyDeletebeautiful pictures, memories, and poem!
ReplyDeleteI dont know why, but the poem brought out a level of sadness in me, I think its probably got to do with the feeling that the children never find that satisfaction in real life as they do with their toys
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful marja.. seriously very moving. considering m a toy freak as well.. the point sraised and the tinge of sadness lurking in the words was powerful. thank u for writing this one.
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful dolls - and a delightful poem.
ReplyDeletewonderfulllllllllllllllll
ReplyDeleteHappy SS
Toys vs. Heart
Nice post, I like it. Specially the line which says playing with them, enacting Teacher, doctor etc etc.
ReplyDeleteAww. This is such a cute little poem!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely piece and such beautiful dolls. My parents collect dolls and I must say I find them quite creepy when they stare at me from their cabinet!.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice poem! I could feel your emotion when writing it.
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Very nice poem and great pics of dolls for the poem!
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