1x4 brick
By Ron Barton
They don’t know it yet,
they think they’re only building
spaceships and castles.
They don’t realise this is the way
memories are made.
They tell themselves stories
as they connect plastic brick to plastic brick,
much like I did when I was their age:
the entire family knelt over a box,
sifting through a jumbled mess
of bric-à-brac
trying to find that one piece
to complete a model
that would be destroyed soon after,
the frustrations when my father
would use wheels instead of legs,
the anticipation of opening a new set.
I add my stories to theirs,
connect them like plastic bricks.