Toy ChestA Poem by Emily L
Toy Chest
Filled to the brim Wooden green painted frogs sitting in gold rocking chairs smoking cigars The cotton rabbit stitched with old worn down yarn floppy ears to go along with a floppy smile Tin soldiers with chipped paint and no real purpose to stand tall anymore The wind up ducks that don't wind anymore Beautiful broken ballerina that's been scarred for life The chest no longer sings its happy song but rather sits in solidarity and collects dust Does Abby even remember? How could she simply forget? The charm is long and lost Only to be forgotten
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StatsAuthorEmily LAkron, OHAboutHello, my name is Emily i'm 19years old and simply just want to share my writing with the world. I have a strong love for writing about nature and the world around me. All the beautiful things it has .. more..Writing
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