I am
a LegoJ
I am a Lego.
I wonder when the kids will come back.
I hear them when they open the door.
I see what wonderful stuff they make me into.
I want to go to my own Lego School.
I am stored on top of a box.
I pretend I’m not alone.
I feel hands touching me.
I touch other Legos. We become cool things.
I understand the kids have to go to school.
I say, “Play with me!”
I dream that I can move.
