Memories
Fabric tears,
Colors fade,
Stitches unravel,
Friendships remain.
They sit there
Stranded on a shelf
Of old toys
And baby pictures.
Sometimes they were guests
At luxurious tea parties.
Most times, they were
Best friends I could share secrets with
Long into the night.
Now the days of pretending have ceased.
They are just button eyes,
Staring me down
Or
Welcoming me home.
At times I want to pack away
My childhood days
But somehow I can't bring them up
To the attic, where
They will accumulate dust, where
Childhood friends
Can disappear
Forever.
written by Olivia, Eisenhower Middle School
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