DOLL CARRIAGES

DOLL CARRIAGES 

Such memories are so etched

Who can say why

You remember even the shadows of trees

On the sidewalks, how the sun diamonded through

The trees and you were grateful for the shade

Strolling with your sister with your doll carriages

In front of that little house all dark spruce green

With its awnings, its delectable front porch

A rental, as the grandparents watched

You felt important ladies of the town

Serious mothers of the doll babies

Adjusting the little quilts and coverlets

That the children not catch cold

And if some others who really were mothers

Approached and said how is the baby doing today

Babies we may have said as we often gave several dolls

A ride at one time, it being, we thought, much more effective.

We’re getting them Fresh Air

Maybe we said.

And the air was really fresh back then

But why does one remember the sun and the wind

The shadows all El Greco lengthening and angular

On the sidewalks of the loved trees?

More than the dear faces who watched our progress

Let it rest there. The mind the   memory are quizzical

But we cannot query them

Only feel them like a kind of music

Drifting towards us,

Now and then.

Like the land of green ginger

We cannot summon

That just, descends

 mary angela douglas 2 april 2023