by Kristina Sabaite
They sing, dance and make me smile!
They help me to prepare rich soup.
They remove spots of my vest
They arrange my hair
and in spring they fill them with mushrooms.
When I go out to the street -
they hide into my hair, pockets, my boots.
" You have your socks almost broken! "
- my naughty friends are whispering.
My toys told me that when children grow up -
sometimes they forget all.
But who, if not their toys
will make them smile on?