Do you remember,

the days of childhood

playing dress up in your memma's attic

dreaming of days when we would be grownups

you wrapped up in yards of lace

adorned with trinkets and baubles,

making your pretty face

Do you remember,

the days of playing house

you the mom and I the dad

the imaginary children we had

I would pretend to read the newspaper

and smoke a pipe

you would bake cassaroles that the kids

wouldn't like.

Do you remember,

the afghan castle that took all day to build

the picket fence sword I used to weild

the way you would faint in lady like distress

as I would gallop to your defence

as I look though this album filled with you,

I do.

©thomas benzenhafer