Toybox

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

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