Jeanne Louise Morgan
Ode To An Attic
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?
Where do I put a rocking horse, waiting for two little hands,
To pick up his reins and gallop again to wonderland,
Or a rusting locomotive still standing on the track,
Ready to run when the little engineer comes back?
How can I discard these Valentines, they made just for me,