Jeanne Louise Morgan Poems

No one swings on the garden gate at my house any more;
No angels wearing cowboy hats are running through my door --
The happy sounds of hide and seek don't drift in from outside,
There's no more visits to the park, no Easter eggs to hide.
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You'll never see a tree or touch a leaf,
Or hear the ocean roar against a reef:
The whisper of the wind and falling rain,
or see snow flying past a windowpane;
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I decided to clean out the attic today;
But how can I throw a box of baby shoes away,
A smiling raggedy Ann, missing a few strands of hair,
Or an old, slightly worn and forlorn teddy bear?
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