I think your soul is remarkable.
It’s a toy box.
A toy box full of all sorts of things;
Dolls and books,
Trucks and cars,
Legos that have fallen to the bottom
To settle in crevices and corners,
With a dustbunny or two.
A scary toy lies in the mix.
Boys love scary things.
And some broken toys
too precious to part with,
Like the carved wooden horse
or the soldier missing an arm.
A child could sit contendedly for hours,
just rummaging through the box
occupying themselves,
One toy at a time.
I think your soul
is remarkable.
~ leah
...Just Thoughts... 