Forty years or so ago there was a boy
Who thought life was about building towers
And plastic ships
Out of all those Lego bricks.

His hands shook at every stage
Sometimes getting into a rage
Whilst others watched the tower tops
Hoping none of them would drop
Breaking dreams , beautifully seen.

Once you have glimpsed the stars
It stays within you at all hours
In the night when the moon's alight
It goes on in delight.

And now that age passed the infant blast.
This  boy, who is a man
Travelled throughout the land
Creating timelines in 3D
For other users eyes to see.





To Alex and Tasha and daughter's Evelyn and Florence
Who are all so creative.
Alex also built a Lego room.
Love Mum , Mary Grandma xxxx