Trucks and Toy Soldiers

Trucks and Toy Soldiers

There was once a time for trucks and toy soldiers;
I watched as you played and treasured each moment;
For I knew that for certain you would grow older;
And I would miss those most precious of moments.

But to my relief, and to some surprise,
Those little boy memories have not been replaced;
For just like magic in front of my eyes;
New dreams and wonders have found their own place.

And I stand back now and watch you again;
As you and your bride take a turn at life’s luck,
With the same zest and zeal that I noticed back then,
When I witnessed you play, in the sand, with your trucks.

And somehow I know that no matter the age,
Either yours or mine, it matters not much,
I will still watch and quietly treasure each page,
As my memory returns to those small Tonka trucks.

For you’ll always be our youngest of two,
And because of that fact, you’re a little bit special.
And our prayer, on the day that you wed, just for you,
Is that someday too, you may quietly marvel,
As YOUR precious child lets you watch, as they play.