The Forgotten Dollhouse
Alone in the corner
The dollhouse settled
With a cobweb blanket
For years no flesh touched
The sapphire paint starting to tear
Dust covering the roof on top
The dollhouse rested
Alone in the attic
Once filled with a child’s laughter
But the years pass by
And the life ages
For Neverland this is not
The forgotten dollhouse lingered
In its grey veil corner
Waiting for the next generation
To come
And its life to return
