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Up in the attic above the ceiling. . .

Aaron Smith

Up in the attic above the ceiling
Is a treasure that fulfills all feeling
A father placed it there
For his child, because he cared

He wanted him to never worry
Feel no pain and no fury
To the child, He gave one warning,
“Don’t touch that clasp, no matter your yearning.”

The clasp by which he forbade
Held a ladder up to the special place
It attached all hinges and windy things
To keep the steps taught to an opening

But from his curious wonder,
The child made his little blunder.
Unable to keep a simple task,
His hand trembled and touched the clasp.

A clamoring clatter shot down through the hall
Before crash and crumble of the fall
The child sprang away in sudden haste
To hide far away from his disgrace.

Awoke in a start from the slam and the scramble
The father took up a lighted candle
His steps thundering up the stairs
Each getting closer gave the child quite a scare.

“What will he do, what will he say!
I touched the clasp by which he forbade.
O’ he’s angry, I’m sure to be hung
I know! . I’ll just play it dumb!”

Quickly he though up a clever scheme.
“The ladder fell because of a faulty string!
It’s falling was a natural thing!
This is something he will believe.
(O’ I’m so clever in the ways I can deceive!)

With a rumble and a shake,
He could feel a stepping quake,
(Surly the father was near the hiding place.)
“What will he do if he sees my face?”

Dad stood by the trunk where the boy hid
And reached down and lifted the lid.
He pulled him out, and asked, “Why do hide, why the tears?
If you are innocent, there’s nothing fear?”

“Oh I am!” the child exclaimed,
“It was not my fault, I’m not to blame,
I meant no harm and delivered no crime,
This ladder fell from faulty design.

Its clasp was weak and so was the string,
I could no help it; it was a natural thing!
I hid because I was scared and afraid . . .”
The Father’s voice roared - “ Because of the clasp I forbade?

Did your hand touch it yes or no?”
The little one whimpered, “yes, it is so. . .
But I was just curious, dad
Please, it was a little thing, don’t get mad.”

“You sadden my heart, I’m not irate,
But with this little task you cut off a special place,
Up in that attic was just empty stuff
I just wanted to see if it was you I can trust.

I gave a you little duty and you tripped,
What would you do with a task bigger than this?
I have a kingdom for you more important that an attic
But your wandering mind is problematic



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