A Broken Music Box
It was many years ago
I bought a music box
The top had two birds
Wand up- it played a tune
That meant a lot to me
We packed for a move
Two immature teens
Tired they rested
In their careless play
They screamed, laughed and cried
While breaking stuff
I heard a loud thump
Then a shattered sound
my music box broke
The rug had pieces
Ready for the trush
Tears stinging my eyes
Trying not to weep
Tears stinging my eyes
For the music box
Copyright © Darlene De Beaulieu | Year Posted 2017
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