I decided to clean out the attic today; <br /> But how can I throw a box of baby shoes away, <br /> A smiling raggedy Ann, missing a few strands of hair, <br /> Or an old, slightly worn and forlorn teddy bear? <br /> Where do I put a rocking horse, waiting for two little hands, <br /> To pick up his reins and gallop again to wonderland, <br /> Or a rusting locomotive still standing on the track, <br /> Ready to run when the little engineer comes back? <br /> How can I discard these Valentines, they made just for me, <br /> When they were young and tender in childhood's full glory, <br /> Or a tarnished halo and a pair of angel wings, <br /> Worn in so many Christmas nativity scenes? <br /> How can I forget all those golden yesterdays? <br /> How can I throw my heart away?<br /><br />Jeanne Louise Morgan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-an-attic/
