The Toy Box

Sitting in the attic
from the day I moved in
a relic of another family
lost to years of a past

Echoes of tea parties
Alice and her friends 
waiting for their guests
spinning tops that sit idle
with no one left to spin

A stuffed bunny with one eye
the Mad Hatter is there
waiting to be held tight
during a prayer at night
sweet dreams and hugs
no longer given or received

Stoic Poetry

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