Old little toys
antique colored
in a corner of the attic
grandparents’ attic
with the smell of mould
large cobwebs
sky-light with broken glass
dear old tiles of the ceramic stove
books eaten by mice
the yellowed sheets of paper
the chest of drawers is in the corner
where the cat goes to sleep
when it disappears
the straw chair
lit with a warm ray
of autumnal drifting sun
memory always present
where the dream
commonly called
“childhood”
ends
