What Is Lost
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One of the saddest things I ever saw was a young girl literally torn away from a storefront window Christmas display.
She stares into the store window,
All appreciation
Of the finely wrought,
The lovingly arranged,
The beautifully colored
Entrancingly lighted
Welcoming scenes
Of varied texture
And inviting art,
Of endless dreams.
Harshly jerked away,
"Get in the car, Sophie!"
Roughly bundled into the carseat,
The world is now the harried parent,
And all the chores and rushing.
A young child's reverie is like no other,
And when broken,
The universe loses a small, irreplaceable part,
The next snow is made dirty,
The next sunrise loses light.
Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016
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