Little Toy House

“Searching For A Home, One That Evades This Child”

In our many travels from one Nevada mining town to

Another, we moved often, never staying long enough

In one place to make friends or stay in one school long

Enough to be able to learn, but the very basics that

Children need, to have a regular schedule, regular meals,

A stable environment, was not available to us. Our mother

Was a different kind of source, as I put it in words of one

Of my books written on our experiences

“Our Mama loved us the best she could, everywhere she

Went we went too, taking us for a ride over hills, bumps and

Ridges, the circuit of our travels were telling a story one that

Unraveled in time”


Little toy people playing

In their home, pretending

They are happy, but

Feeling all alone.

Toy mother and father,

Playing their rolls, they

Can see out but no one

Can see in.

Little toy furniture, a bed

And couch, no one could

Rest, too much noise and


There is no table or cupboards,

For there is no food, the little

Tea set is shattered along with

The child.

We get in the little toy car and

Move right along, from place to

Place, but we won’t stay long,

Stopping here and there, just

In case.

I have hung onto my memories,

It is all I know, too scared to let

Them go, searching for a home,

For one that evades this child

Who plays the role in the little

Toy house.

Copyright (c)Donna Nieri 2015

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