Toy Phonograph
Tiny phonograph with a small turntable,
Her child toy that lights up her eyes.
As it spins and turns with its now blurred label.,
It plays the songs in Mother Goose guise.
She becomes mesmerized, unable to leave.
Her sight is fixed on the round plate.
Has it become magic? What can she believe?
Quiet time's gift is parent's placate.
One day it happens! Rising up from the floor,
Songbird machine, made to enthrall,
Lisps forth a sad song as it floats out the door.
Hushing her thoughts, she looks at the wall
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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