The Door To the Toy Room Always Open.

Door To the Toy Room Always Open
Kaylee A. Ferree

Two grand-daughters growing up
with hand-made teddy bears worn from hugs
and smiles. The door was never closed;
Grandpa's strong steady voice
rang in tiny ears. Yellowed books
held by young hands, cozy on the lap
of a teacher. The kind of teacher
that is a Grandmother. Markers
gripped tightly with learning hands.
Chocolate chip cookies and milk,
a feast for Princesses after their naps,
but those young hearts never slept.


This is the revised The Toy Room. I had to shorten it from thirty lines to twelve lines; and the syllables per line had to be shortened as well. I don't know which one I like best.