I recall the moments of my youth so long ago
In the days of sparkling Christmases and falling snow
Adventures had in foreign lands and journeys to explore
Magical kingdoms that stretched between the hallway and the door
The mailbox was a portal, the kitchen stool a throne
The rolling pin a magic wand, the steps were sacred stones
The paneled living room a forest, the fireplace a dragon
The backyard was a village that a thousand fairies lived in
The metal fence a fortress, the sidewalk a dirt road
The broken bench a table ’round which strange tales were told
I recall the moments of my youth so long ago
When the sun passed slowly over linoleum floors that glowed
And since I can remember, perhaps I will revive
That little piece of Heaven’s joy within my current life
The wise man said, “Simply – you live the life you make
“So add imagination to the world that you create.”
After all, it’s part of me – so I’m resolved one day
To dance upon linoleum within the golden rays.
Poetry Copyright © 2021 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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