To A Child - Poem by Malaya Bodlaver
and sparkle with tears,
child’s outgrown toys
sit on the dusty shelf.
the bubbly laughter
during friends’ phone calls
or Gwen Stefani’s resonating songs
now rest in silence.
though in pensive mood,
A/C hums patiently after short pauses,
humidity fills the air
summer is here once again
and i wonder where you are.
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