From Childhood To just A Memory. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The scraped knees healed, the toy box bare.
A quiet room, a different air.
The laughter faded, soft and low,
Where did the little person go?

Sunlight still warms the dusty pane,
But echoes whisper through the rain.
A photograph, a smile held fast,
A fleeting shadow from the past.

The world grew large, the steps grew long,
A different song, a different throng.
And in the mirror, someone new,
Who knew the child, but isn't you.

The toys are stacked, the stories told,
A chapter closed, a tale grown old.
And looking back, it feels so strange,
When did the passing make that change?