The Order In Which It Occurred To Me

the order in which it occurred to me;
not History.
since this is a personal essay and

I'm writing it personally.
I hope you won't mind
that I go back in Time

that's just my own.
starting with home,
the stars over our backyard,

the sidewalks when I fell too hard
on roller skates and never caught on;
the lawn bereft of clover.

what will the bees do we wondered.
will there still be honey on toast?
and the Holy Ghost is pale green

except at Christmas, when it's pine.
and God will be my valentine
when I grow up

no matter what happened in Eden.
as violets are blue
may this be true.

mary angela douglsa 27 january 2016