Poison Ivy

She did everything
For her children
Paid handsomely
For everything they had

But surely
What was missing
Something priceless
That made them very sad

They knew it
They could feel it
But concealed it
In the box

Hidden in her attic
Made her frantic
That thing -
Secured with locks

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