Doll House
Doll house
Smoke came from the attic
the doll house was aflame.
Burnt down to ashes
as were the small figurine
that lived noiselessly
in childhood memories.
A casket
tiny music box had a dancer
buried
at the bottom of the garden.
Ashes to ashes.
Even memories will vanish.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2022
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