I found her hands under the stairs

No long writing nonsense rhymes

I found a leg in the study’s wall

And another under the desk

No longer running through the garden

I found her feet in a closet

No longer wishing to be warmed by the fire

I found her torso in the library

No longer lying on the ground dreaming of far away

I found her arms linked behind a portrait

No longer carrying toys to her hiding place of fantasies

I found her head in her room under the dresser

Her gaping mouth no longer singing sweet lullabies

Her empty sockets no longer letting her loving eyes shine

Her shock white curls no longer shining like gold