rewinding the summers back to the candy coated
split level house
was it imagination
or did the mimosa trees
in our lemonade breeze
whisper, "God has kept for you both
the peony fans, the books on the nightstand,
overflowing the shelves
the ones spray painted with stars
the stencils of camp ferns
in Christmas wrap and all of that
lemon drops in the yellow glass jar
alternatively, ribbon candy, Hershey bars!
it's Forever in cotton candy skies
whenever you turn it sideways, so it fits
we doze on and off and it's, you said
laughing, the land of nod-
or Oz;
ah the green towers
sparkled in the Little Golden Book
happiness had no rim;it was always
brimming over blowing soap bubbles
straight into the wondering faces
of our angels
turn the page said the lady's voice with the hidden corsage,
chime on! the record we played in story book time
that Tinkerbell may live so we clapped hands
till our palms were raw in the name of the
eternal magic of God
and the metronome sang to you
even at the small piano in our blue room
the one with the color coded keys
all summer we wore lime
and spent our dimes on paperbooks of
high quality.
I'm going to read all the classics
while you decreed you would be
the Queen of Music.
mary angela douglas 12 june 2018
split level house
was it imagination
or did the mimosa trees
in our lemonade breeze
whisper, "God has kept for you both
the peony fans, the books on the nightstand,
overflowing the shelves
the ones spray painted with stars
the stencils of camp ferns
in Christmas wrap and all of that
lemon drops in the yellow glass jar
alternatively, ribbon candy, Hershey bars!
it's Forever in cotton candy skies
whenever you turn it sideways, so it fits
we doze on and off and it's, you said
laughing, the land of nod-
or Oz;
ah the green towers
sparkled in the Little Golden Book
happiness had no rim;it was always
brimming over blowing soap bubbles
straight into the wondering faces
of our angels
turn the page said the lady's voice with the hidden corsage,
chime on! the record we played in story book time
that Tinkerbell may live so we clapped hands
till our palms were raw in the name of the
eternal magic of God
and the metronome sang to you
even at the small piano in our blue room
the one with the color coded keys
all summer we wore lime
and spent our dimes on paperbooks of
high quality.
I'm going to read all the classics
while you decreed you would be
the Queen of Music.
mary angela douglas 12 june 2018
