In the Attic Rafter

Dreams of a child stored in a box, up in the attic rafter. Those of a child that once was, faintly hear a child's laughter. Childhood memories put up here, many years before. Sorting through this dusty box, sitting on the attic floor. Pieces of a life, hopes and dreams shattered. Te box of a child, that only to you mattered. Heart still aches for the child God took away. Softly, your tears fall like rain, as they did on that day! Memories of a child's laughter in a box up in the rafter, remain for eternity and after.