Broken Crayons

Broken Crayons

Bits of broken crayons stored in a box,
along with cars, trains, balls and blocks.
A reminder of days from long time past,
from baby to man it happened so fast


Bits of broken crayons taken from me,
no more colored pages for all to see.
How I wish I could go back to the days,
splashes of color are lost in a haze.


Bits of broken crayons all stored away,
hidden in boxes, much to my dismay.
One day you'll visit and I'll take them out,
bits of broken crayons, lurking about.





Won First Place - Poetry Prism Contest
Honorable Mention - Kansaspoet Contest
Honorable Mention - Hummingbirds Hum Poetry Contest

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