Silent Squeals

by

Helen Paquin

The toybox sits lonely there
The toys inside-
Loneliness, also share

Little hands no longer
Take up baby doll
She stays in box-
With toys, one and all

Toys no longer
Strung around the floor
No little hands
Collecting... anymore

Years fly by
Little ones grow
Soon, other things call
Wandering legs go

Then toybox is lifted
"Donate"... The word
And toybox, anxious again
For the next little
Squeals to be heard

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