Under The Stairs Poem by Frederick Nellist

Now both my kids have flown the nest
There's one thing I like doing best
I take a trunk from under the stairs
Full of old toys, both his and hers.

This makes me feel so melancholy
On the top is my daughters old dolly
Boxes of counters for playing games
Story books with outlandish names.

Two teddy bears in a bit of a mess
One wears trousers the other a dress
An old tea set, cup saucer and plate
A red kite that flew now it's too late.

A bag of marbles, an old plastic gun
With these my son had so much fun
A whip and a top and a coloured ball
Many toys too old for me to recall.

Lots more things coloured and soft
Plenty more tucked away in the loft
My grand kids know all will be theirs
I cry to myself under the stairs.