Long forgotten in the corner
Sits a chest of cedar-wood.
Stuffed to brim-full, overflowing
With the hinges barely good.
Toys of childhood, once bright colours,
Now the faded greys of time,
Spilling over rough-hewn edges
Of the chest covered in grime.
Dolls and soldiers, bears and lizards
All are well-worn out from love.
There's a puzzle (missing pieces)
And a baseball in a glove.
Every piece is such a treasure,
Each has memories attached.
Now they wait for small hands searching,
With the cedar lid unlatched.