Joana Raspall

It’s so wide and delightful to look at, this shop window,
and they light up so brightly, these toys,
that young Pol, fascinated, stops and stares.
So many balls and buildings…
trains, bikes, dinosaurs, dolls…
and, my oh my, the sheer quantity of mystery boxes!
Perhaps they’re for a magic or puppet show
or disguises of heroes and fairies…

On top of a shelf, a teddy bear
has such spellbinding pupils for eyes, both large and black,
that they seem to be calling out; calling him over to play
close by to the doll with rosy cheeks
and long plaits beaming the sun’s hues.
He would quite happily play along!
yet his mother says he is now too old
to still be playing with bears and dolls.
-What does too old mean?- muses little Pol.