In the box: a glove puppet soft and cuddly
For when there is no one.
In the box: toothpaste and a toothbrush
So that each day can start afresh
In the box: a ball
Needing nothing else - toy of a hundred games.
In the box: a bright T-shirt
To move in upon the grey.
In the box: soap
So that you my wash away a little of your fear.
In the box: a yo-yo:
For though that's the way your life has been
On a string and switching
The yo-yo's mischief will tickle you.
But not balloons for they burst like nightmares.
And no plastic guns, no caps,
For you know the gap between the realities.
In the box: a cylinder of sweets
For life can be sweet again.