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
