Covered in dust,

Tossed in a box,

Forgotten and almost lost,

Adult hands sent them away,

Children who used to play,

Are handed dvds and laptops



Toys are promised better homes,

So parents go on to say,

But they're stuck in The Box,

Children leave, and parents stay,

Immortalised their innocence,

Through fragments

That are locked away.



Even now, they hug your teddy,

Smiling at the one eye and leg,

They're remembering,

How you gnawed, cried and begged,

It was your savior at night,

Your mother cradles it for past's delight,