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Tim
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0 posted 2003-12-14 10:16 AM


    


Down the stairs and to the left, there stands the storeroom door,
Boxes filled with clothes outgrown, all stacked on a cement floor,
In a darkened corner hid from sight, sits a kitchen cabinet,
Except it’s built in miniature; child's toy, it is, but yet...

Fifty years ago or so, on a bright and sunny morn,
To a carpenter and his young wife, a baby girl was born,
A baby grew, a father toiled, while others slept at night,
He sawed and nailed, and sanded smooth, then painted a perfect white.

A living room on Christmas morn, with presents and a tree,
Sneaking down the stairway, then, a young girl shouts in glee,
A father’s smile, a daughter’s joy, although the times were lean,
A priceless gift, the gift of love, a gift fit for a queen.

A cupboard then, filled with toy plates; plastic teacups on a shelf,
Down below a doll or two, one can't play all by one's self,
On cold and snowy afternoons; in the heat of summer sun,
To the kitchen Daddy built, a little girl would run.

But daughters grow, and have their own, and fathers pass away,
A daughter’s girl with a cabinet, does with her dollies play,
Granddaughters grow, and they too wed, and also move away,
In the storeroom down the stairs, a cabinet does lay.

Someday a daughter will be born; and from the storeroom gotten,
A child's toy built in miniature, stored, but never forgotten,
For this cracked and weathered toy, is so much more you see,
A child's toy yes, it is but yet, 'tis a Christmas memory.


"and a special thanks for the assistance of a ray of Sunshine"


[This message has been edited by Tim (12-14-2003 10:39 AM).]

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1 posted 2003-12-14 10:29 AM



I'm 52 -
and my father
was a carpenter...
and I had a little kitchen...
very much like this.

How special this poem...
how wonderful the memories!

passing shadows
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2 posted 2003-12-14 01:05 PM


wonderful! just a beautiful story here Tim!
Aimster
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3 posted 2003-12-14 04:38 PM


Tim,

You got me with this one...beautiful
sincere write, with such a depth of
emotion. This is so very special.
Happy Holidays,
Amy

"love is like a butterfly--
if you chase it,
it will surely fly away,instead
hold it close and watch it grow into
something beautiful"
~me~

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4 posted 2003-12-14 04:53 PM








(smiles) God Bless You, sweet friend, I believe that every gift given from the heart is a special gift and though little girls and boys may grow up, the spirit of the girl and boy lives on in all their hearts and the dolls girls cherished will forever be a symbol of the love they have to give! (big hugggsssssss) This made me cry in joy, sweet friend, happy holidays, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Tim, thank you for sharing!



May love and light always shine upon you!

Love,
Noah Eaton

"You'll find something that's enough to keep you
But if the bright lights don't receive you
You should turn yourself around and come back home" MB20

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