Broken Toys
My broken
toys
So full of
joys
In place when
I was young.
The metal
cars
And plastic
farms
The years and
years of fun.
The Lego
bricks -
Magic tricks!
Spirograph
pattern swirl.
A Spiromatic
A bit erratic
Belonged to a
young girl.
My Cindy and
Patch-
No other
match
And Paul that
broke her heart.
Tiny Tears
Melted away
those years
But too soon
we had to part.
The plastic
track
That I once
had
To race my
cars along.
Those happy
times
My Dad alive
All now have
long since gone.
Tressies'
hair
When life
wasn't fair
A long
comfort to comb.
Those
memories still raw
For the
childhood I long for
Belongs in my
old home.
Now Dolly's arms
Are in my
palms
The crib
where she once slept.
Beside my bed
Where I laid
my head
And the many
nights I'd wept.
Copyright Linda Lawrence
August 2002
A few tears were shed writing that.
August 2002
A few tears were shed writing that.
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