Musical Box, by John Cooper

Back then it was only her small hands that were allowed to hold and caress me. She would let no one else near.

I recall her beautiful smiling face looking down at me with love and tenderness and the small cry of joy she made as I played my sweet tune and my ballerina danced for that first time.

Now I am long forgotten and left abandoned to sit gathering dust amid her many other discarded things.

She has new amusements and no time it seems to listen to me play my music or to watch my ballerina dance.