THOUGHTS

Toys in the Attic

December 14, 2020

Something that popped in my head:

Toys in the Attic

I am a doll, I am a truck
I am a baseball glove.
I belonged to Susie, I belonged to Billie
Why have they abandon us?

Susie use to call me her favorite
She dressed me and brushed my hair.
We had tea parties; it was a very happy time.

Billie said I was his first real truck .
He took me into the sandbox.
We made dirt runs; we built several roads together.

It has been a long time since we have seen Susie and Billie.
Where have they been?
Will they be back again?

Do you hear foot steps again, asked doll?
Is it Susie and Billie asked truck?
They don't look the same, why?

Look sis, here is your old doll.
I bet your daughter would love to have her .
Oh Billie, there is your old truck .
Maybe your Michael would like to play with it?

The toys felt special again,
Someone wants them.
It looks like we have not been forgotten after all.
Looks like we will be getting a new home.

It is quiet in the attic now.
All the boxes are gone.
Susie and Billie's parents have passed away; the house is up for sale.
But, the baseball glove was overlooked and remains sitting on a window sill. Maybe it will be discovered by another boy or girl.

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