By C. Toto Zaremba

We build princess castles
Made of sand or of clay.
Magic on the kitchen table
As grandson and nonni play.

Imagination sets the background, 
Laughter fills the stage,
Nothing else matters,
Its such a wonderful age.

One thought on “When He Was Three

  1. I enjoyed reading C. Toto Zaremba’s poem “When He Was There.” It brought back so many wonderful memories of my childhood, especially when my sister and I played make-believe games in our apartment. Frank Kowal


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