Little Sapling
sitting upright in the
Big Arm Chair
calm classical music
muffles the sedated voices
behind each door.

You sit
upright, improperly left alone
to fill such a Large Arm Chair.

You turn
your young face to the side,
staring with large eyes at
the toys adorning
The Corner Table.

The toys which you
once would have played with,
been engrossed with,
a few Long Sunny Days ago.

Yet today your innocent eyes merely
dabble with the sight of them;
the sight of a Long Sunny Day
which was once yours
to behold.