The Blue Bookcase (4 semi-interlocked haiku for Father’s Day)

The blue bookcase sits
in your attic now, dusty,
filled with odds and ends.

Once it overflowed
with toys and books of my youth.
You built it for me,

Father, with a love
that kept my childhood treasures
safe for years, my things

stored, yet easy for
my young hands to grab. Have I,
I wonder, said thanks?

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