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Ode to the Lego Truck
Every night
me and my dad sat together
We sat together and built a lego truck.
It will take way too long if we tried to do it all at once,
and if so, what's the point of it at all?
So every night, me and my dad sat together and built a lego truck.
The legos are orange
and faded like an early sunset.
The wheels are too small
and the pieces don’t stay together easily.
But we still sat together and built our lego truck.
When we attached the headlights,
it reminded me of when my mom said to come inside when the street light was off.
When we connected the wheels
it reminded me of racing my bike down the streets.
When we added the little man in the driver suit
it reminded me of my Halloween costumes.
More and more memories resurfaced
when I sat with my dad and we would build a lego truck.
Eventually, we finished the lego truck.
And eventually, the light turned off
and mom’s soothing voice sang
“time to go to bed”.

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This poem is about me and my dad, and our relationship in terms of childhood fleeting from you, but you never actually 'lose' your childhood and the memories.