Six figurines sat abandoned on the windowsill

Three years since the plastic had felt any contact

Foreign to the little hands that once held them

A birthday present for a boy who never saw another

.

Now his father eyed them with a weary soul

He hadn't dared to step within the room

Watching from a safe distance

As if his son would return

.

Soon stood five as the rightmost one fell

From its place upon the window ledge

It lay on the floor to gather more dust

Its head detached from its shoulders

.

Eventually he gathered the strength

To rescue the fallen toy

Even though its damage great enough

To warrant being sent to the bin

.

After many months stood only one

The boy's favourite toy

As it fell from its perch, the father wept

But with its demise gave him the strength to finally carry on

.

Now on what was once the figurines' shelf

Sits a single object, a small silver coin

Belonging to the man who had never been graced by childhood

Lay in the former room of a boy who had never become a man


A/N- Couldn't help going D:BH with this prompt, it was just so perfect! (Six figurines sat upon the windowsill gathering dust).

-R