I’ve often slipped the bonds of life
in well-loved books with dog-eared leaves
(before highlighters made their lurid mark)
up in the air and over the wall
to lavender-scented Counterpane
with Elly the elephant, faithful friend
better than a teddy bear (but lost somewhere).
I was the giant on the pillow hill
pondering the wild blue yonder above,
watching supernovas and dinosaur clouds;
I wandered the sanctity of space
on laughter-silvered wings up in the air
and down again, put out my hand
and touched the face of my child.
Inspired by a paint chip poetry prompt and my favorite childhood poems.