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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young girl, I feel when I do recall......
Those decades ago, those tender memories 
that are never lost!
.
The walk down the soft, rose-colored,
carpeted stairs,
I honestly felt as a princess belonging to a 
great monarchy somewhere.
Each time I glided down those circular stairs, 
so rare!
.
I ate in the breakfast nook, on the most elegant 
ivory wood table, I  ever saw.
With a maple hutch with priceless nic nacs
and family photographs.
.
The milk was delivered to the back door.
In glass! No wax, faux de raul.

The tablecloth was always clean.
And heavenly pressed. Mom had fresh 
flowers on it, or seasonal decor.

Outside, the grass was soft like God's 
carpet, so green,so summer fresh!
I loved my bare feet, running through it.

An gigantic umbrella, was there in a table 
of course. 
Bright golden yellow outside, inside of it a 
veritable bevy of flowers. 
That table so outstandingly white~
It so reflected the innocence of my very 
blessed days and full starlit nights.

I did my homework in the dining room 
on a polished mahogany dining room table.
Above me a sparkling crystal chandelier.
Below me, i rested on dark, thick,green
velvet cushions.

Yes, life was more than good to me.
To recall these young girlish days
with you, ah!
I do so quite happily, through a
poetic lens of time.
With you, my beloved, new poetry 
family.


       January 21, 2020
            6:30am PST


Special acknowledgement to Robert Lindley, who
had the kindness to inform me by Soupmail of
typo errors, I had missed! Gratefully, PR xx

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