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.
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