Amy

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AMY

Opening the squeaky door to the closet
Beneath the stairs,
Transported her to a mystical world.
A realm, of dreams, Barbie’s,
puzzles baby carriages and dolls.

For numerous years, these toys would bring a smile
to her little face,
and joy to her heart.
Hours of amusement in the magical world
of her youth.

Today, the hall is piled four feet high
with items, broken, discarded and out grown.

Sitting on the hardwood floor,
I sort through the various stages
of my little girl’s youth,
Reminiscing and delighting in the memories.

To my dismay,
the toys do not find their way back,
to that mystical land under the stairs.

A changed young woman immerged
out of the closet,
and closed the magical door
for the last time.