A room once filled with life and joyful sound
now stands silent in total darkness.
Its walls are weighted heavy with sadness,
the child that used to live there can’t be found.
His room looks terribly bleak and dusty.
The smile on the toy clown is upside down.
The tattered toy animals wear a frown.
The child’s room feels cold, and empty.
The unloved little boy has long since gone.
He now lives with God in a peaceful place.
No longer will tears stream down his small face.
By tomorrow all his toys will be gone.
In the bare room the rocking horse resides.
All twisted and bent with marks on its sides.
Copyright © Kim Morrison