my grandmother used to subscribe to a magazine called Ideals and it included many famous poems evoking whatever mood was appropriate for the month but it also had one or more semi-maudlin poems each month as well.
The other day my brother mentioned one that I sort of semi-recall as well. It dealt with a child's toys all lined up and awaiting his return and growing dusty in their vigil. Neither my brother nor I can recall the name of the poem or the poet but it got me curious.
This would have had to have been pre-1968 at the latest. Can anyone else recall this poem?
The other day my brother mentioned one that I sort of semi-recall as well. It dealt with a child's toys all lined up and awaiting his return and growing dusty in their vigil. Neither my brother nor I can recall the name of the poem or the poet but it got me curious.
This would have had to have been pre-1968 at the latest. Can anyone else recall this poem?