An Old Snowglobe

 I sit on a shelf,

Waiting and waiting.

I see the people who come in and out of the toy store.

None of them look at me, though …

They all go to the Barbies and Lego sets,

While I just sit here, waiting and longing for someone to buy me.

No one has shaken my globe in so long.

It hasn’t snowed once in my little world for months.

Sometimes – when no one is looking – I throw snow up in the air myself

To see the magical, sparkly wonder that it creates.

Maybe one day I’ll get to see that, out there ...