Three Little Keys To An Unopened Diary
Three
small keys
in my care
In an attic
furniture , toys, puzzles, stuffed animals
a treasure hunt to find where the keys fit
Victorian
doll house door
perfect
fit
On
a toy
bed laid a
lace handkerchief
In an open trunk laid a wooden box
small keyhole opening , a diary
lies nestled in
its embrace
treasured
time
A lace handkerchief for the tears shed when reading the life pages of one’s soul.
7/7/2016
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