When Toys Are Seen

The Toy Strewn Home
Give me a house where the toys are strewn,
 Where the dolls are asleep in the chairs,
Where the building blocks and the toy balloon
And the soldiers guard the stairs.
Let me step in a house where the tiny cart
With the horses rules the floor,
And rest comes into my weary heart,
For I am at home once more.
Give me the house with the toys about,
With the battered old train of cars,
The box of paints and the books left out,
And the ship with her broken spars. 

Let me step in a house at the close of day
That is littered with children’s toys,
And dwell once more in the haunts of play,
With the echoes of by-gone noise.
Give me the house where the toys are seen,
The house where the children romp,
And I’ll happier be than man has been
‘Neath the gilded dome of pomp.
Let me see the litter of bright-eyed play
Strewn over the parlor floor,
And the joys I knew in a far-off day
Will gladden my heart once more.
Whoever has lived in a toy-strewn home.
Though feeble he be and gray,
Will yearn, no matter how far he roam,
For the glorious disarray …

Of the little home with its littered floor
That was his in the by-gone days ;
And his heart will throb as it throbbed before,
When he rests where a baby plays.
Edgar A. Guest

January 1, 2019 - 9:13 am

Our Home of Many Blessings Little boys in overalls and little girlies in pigtails are so wonderful and sweet!!!Love your photography!!You truly have a gift.Happy New Year!

December 30, 2018 - 3:04 pm

Gigi Shirley, yes, I am grateful for this extended motherhood time of little ones!

December 29, 2018 - 6:41 pm

Shirley So precious Gigi…. I love the focus on their little faces as they get lost in a world of play!

The little boys and their tractors are adorable, and the sweet little one with her kitty just made my day.

You are in a wonderful season of life.


December 29, 2018 - 4:06 pm

Gigi Teresa, tractors … yes, my boys love them! I never would have thought I’d be in your shoes as a mom of boys, but it’s just wonderful! I love having tractors and small wooden guns (shocking? Boys are boys …) around the house … they are such a delightful addition to our home and family.

December 29, 2018 - 3:35 pm

Debby in Kansas, USA What a sweet poem. Even with no kids, I have a couple of toys on my hearth. I have a Cabbage Patch doll from the early 80’s & her stuffed pony. I can’t tell you how many kids have walked into my house over the years, gone right over, & started playing. Their moms always worry cuz I’m childless, but I assure them that they’re welcome to play with them.

My mom would’ve asked if the poet wrote this after Legos were invented. My poor mom used to step on my brother’s Legos and let out these awful screeches in pain! I didn’t understand until I stepped on one. Ouch!

The kitten looks just like my RIP Roscoe looked when he was a small fry! So sweet.

December 29, 2018 - 1:20 am

Teresa tears in my eyes seeing your boys playing with tractors; oh to have some hours/days back with my boys little and playing with their tractors, enjoy these days of littles 🙂

December 28, 2018 - 11:02 pm

Monica Love this!! ❤️