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My broken toys
So full of joys
In place when I was young.
The metal cars
And plastic farms
The years and years of fun.
The Lego Bricks
Magic tricks
Spirograph pattern swirl.
A Spiromatic,
A bit erratic
Belonged to a young girl.
My Cindy and Patch-
No other match
And Paul that broke her heart.
Tiny Tears
Melted away those years
Yet too soon we had to part.
The plastic track
That I once had
To race my cars along.
Those happy times
My dad alive
All now have long since gone.
Tressies’ hair
When life wasn’t fair
A long comfort to comb.
These memories still raw
For the childhood I long for
Belongs in my old home.
Now Dollys’ arms
Are in my palms
The crib where she once slept.
Beside my bed
Where I laid my head
And the many nights I’d wept.
Linda Lawrence
Mid August 2002