Collector's Item

Exquisitely found in the finest of shops. It is very fragile, Don’t you dare let it drop. Covered in many different shades of red, And swirling gold designs on The top of its head. Finely, it is placed on the highest shelf of the store, Because it is important, And there are no more. But alone it stands on that empty wall, The other toys won’t ever give it a call. The happy smile starts to fade away, Because no one tells it To go or to stay. Painted teardrops stream out of its eyes, Even though its emotions can be so very shy. He can’t wipe them away with the arms that he has Tin soldier he is, made for pizzaz. Alas his arm movies, And it flies to his cheek! The toymaker knew it, He was indeed unique! The tear is swept away with his now moving hand, His skin is so light, The color of sand. Now his legs move! He starts to walk! The other toys are caught up in a shock, For this special toy, Can’t ever be mocked. He moves in a slow beat, From side to side, Then throws his arms up, And lets his legs slide. Then, a lovely figure steps into line, Her snow-white dress looks so divine. Her rosy cheeks are sweet as can be But the expression on her face is the greatest part of thee. She tiptoes in silence with long, thin arms. She would never mean to do any sort of harm. She dances into distance with this brillig toy man; He dances his best, trying as hard as he can. She puts a finger to her mouth, meaning for silence, He nods his head waiting for guidance. But just then there are footsteps that everyone can hear She can’t get away, she can only stay near. Suddenly the door opens and they all go stiff Holding their breath as if they’re about to jump from a cliff. The toymaker smiles, enjoying what he sees, A tin soldier and ballerina next to one another As sweet as could be A rare collector’s item they each are Not many see it, but they were real stars.