how the embroidered shadows fled
before we knew;
casting our jacks on the summer porches
in the pink sunrise of perfectly fried eggs,
you know the kind.the pale pink yolk surprise
the toast with dark honey imbued
you knew
each rose was rosy only for you
and birthdays had to last.
this was a long ago kingdom;
it has passed they always say, don't they?
reproving us.
but I still have the looking glass,
the toys of memory.
and the books! though not on vellum
and a dress in mind of cherry velvet
unsurpassed...in clouded tissue wrapped
to wear for best occasions
such as: going back...
mary angela douglas 19 july 2015 rev. 14 june 2017
before we knew;
casting our jacks on the summer porches
in the pink sunrise of perfectly fried eggs,
you know the kind.the pale pink yolk surprise
the toast with dark honey imbued
you knew
each rose was rosy only for you
and birthdays had to last.
this was a long ago kingdom;
it has passed they always say, don't they?
reproving us.
but I still have the looking glass,
the toys of memory.
and the books! though not on vellum
and a dress in mind of cherry velvet
unsurpassed...in clouded tissue wrapped
to wear for best occasions
such as: going back...
mary angela douglas 19 july 2015 rev. 14 june 2017
