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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, attic, poetry, rattle, secrets, toys, wooden train
In the attic corner,
long forgotten, hidden,
cardboard box calling
secrets forbidden?
A blue teddy rattle,
and a carved wooden train,
toys of a bygone,
buried like pain.
You said they were mine,
then you threw them away,
history hiding,
a game that you’d play.
I ponder that day,
reminiscing the past,
of the train and the rattle,
who played with them last?
© The Carved Wooden Train 28.12.2012
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo credit: Trem de madeira – HDR (Photo credit: Paulo Henrique Zioli)