Jumping Double Dutch

Scraps of a joyous childhood, now left behind.

Outgrown items, alive once to young in mind.

Sock monkey miracles, limp in a cardboard box.

Orange crayon dream pictures under diary lock.

All are just memories, with no dollar value.

Unless the toys, once use to belong to you.

No present day object will ever mean as much,

as a ratty rope reminder of jumping double dutch.

© 2011 Tamera Dobbins