Among the many dresses made of antique lace.
And in the corner of the closet sitting on the floor
Is a child's doll house and inside a family of four.
You can almost hear their voices singing from within
And the sound of music softly coming from a violin.
Quietly the children watched not making a sound
While their parents danced so happily all around.
Soon the music stopped no sound again was made
And the light inside the house soon began to fade.
Yes the closet in the attic holds a secret place
There among the dresses made of antique lace.
Toni Taddeo ©
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Thought For The Day
Love it!
ReplyDeleteI.LOVE.IT. I also would like a dollhouse like that, smiles. Have a beautiful day friend.
ReplyDeleteThis has to be a favorite for me from all your many poems. Just really truly enjoyed this one a lot. Such vivid description of the tiny family inside.
ReplyDeleteHope the weather is treating you nicely. It;s chilly here now and damp!