Rolling, tumbling, somersault,
ten tin soldiers come to a halt.
Teddy sits upon my lap,
He is tired and needs a nap.
Katy hides alone and worn,
Betsy sits tired and shorn.
Tea cups clutter a tiny shelf,
Years ago, I made myself.
Dust lines a flower relief
Of a faded pink motif.
Filled with memories, filled with toys,
Filled with years of tears and joys.
