Childhood Reflection
Childhood Reflection:
In an attic...
...my dolls lay upon their faces and sides
Ashamed that I have lost the dream.
...my tricycle has worn its tread away
Putting miles of distance between us.
Yet...
..my teddy bear still greets me with open arms
Reflecting what I was, am, and will be within his big, round eyes.
In an attic...
...my dolls lay upon their faces and sides
Ashamed that I have lost the dream.
...my tricycle has worn its tread away
Putting miles of distance between us.
Yet...
..my teddy bear still greets me with open arms
Reflecting what I was, am, and will be within his big, round eyes.