My Comfort

A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me
as I gaze on the old, forgotten music box.

Like an old toy,
it was tossed aside long ago.
Once my prized possession,
it now lies in a box,
bereft of attention and the joy it once held.

Childhood dreams still etched
on the box, pictures of a princess
and a glass slipper form in my mind's eye.

The latch-
once brilliantly shining like a new penny-
is now old, broken and tarnished.

I open it,
and the music begins,
like a song from the Heavens-beautiful, sweetly angelic.
The soporific melody puts me in full repose,
making me sleep like a baby-
peacefully and delicately.

Humming the familiar tune,
I sit transfixed,
staring at the beautiful ballerina as she pirouettes
on her spring.

Memories permeate the air
as the music box assuages
my pain, offering unfeigned sympathy
and satiating my need for comfort.