IN THE ATTIC

I went up to the attic

One lonesome rainy day

For there on days such as this

My children used to play.

A swing tied to the rafters

And old board for a seat

And yonder stood a pair of shoes

Minus the little feet.

A doll in a doll cradle

A pencl and a pad

And on the pad was written -

"From David to my dear Dad."

A table in the corner

A hobby-horse and chair

And old couch in the shadow

Day-dreaming I sat there.

The darkness and the quiet

The patter of the rain

Soothed me to quiet slumber

Their laughter I heard again.

The clouds then stopped their weeping

Like mine their tears were spent

The sun shone on the roses

Whose bush the rain had bent.