Childhood Revisited

By emily2u | From the Heart | 8 Jan 2021

The door, jammed with rust,
Books on shelves gathered dust.
Cobwebs hung from the ceiling,
Plaster was fast peeling.

The bed, bought for a song,
Was only three feet long.
On it, a red teddy bear lay,
Hugged from night till day.

The wall had a comic character,
Lovingly drawn by a father.
This sloppy work he was teased,
For he was no artist.

At a corner, sat Santa Claus,
Wearing hand-painted clogs,
Made of simple cotton,
Was left behind, forgotten.

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