worlds without blueprints by Paper Trail Poetry

worlds without blueprints

Letter blocks, green, blue, and red,

Are the only reading materials

For a solitary teddy bear

Lodged between two toy tractors

Collecting dust in the old toy chest

A myriad of memories sit dormant

In this attic abode, awaiting

A nostalgic itch to come searching

I know you remember those days where childlike wonder bloomed

As sun streamed through open windows,

Laughter filled the room,

And imaginations worked over time

To construct worlds without blueprints

Let these relics of your past reveal

A thread you never tugged on

To rekindle that quiet spark of joy