Life Then Was Like The Train Around The Park

life then was like the train around the park
with the compartments just your size
in pink and green

and you are traveling indeed and thrilled
but unafraid because your grandparents
waved to you at the pink and green depot

with all good wishes seeing you off

and you knew you were making the return trip,
in time for lunch with the little sandwiches
and pop

feeling the breeze in your curls
or down the slide, bravely

and grandfather is there to catch you,
scoop you up before the dust enfolds
your cherry dress

and best, are stories all around the world
told to you at dusk you'll fly to everywhere
whether with reindeer or not

but can't keep your eyes open.

and can't you think, perhaps,
The End will be like this?
a story told, a dream, the lightest kiss

and then you open your eyes
in a room filled with birdsong
and shining...

mary angela douglas 16 october 2015