A Recollection

It’s strange to have a memory That no one else can share. I asked my brother but he was Too young, though he was there. My bedroom lamp, with two glass globes Was missing one and so I placed my doll’s straw hat right where That globe was meant to go. Of course, it rested on the bulb And soon began to smell As smoke began to fill the air And I began to yell. My mother ran into the room And fixed things as I cringed. I never saw that lamp again; The hat was slightly singed. I wonder, were my mom alive, If hearing this would spark A recollection of that day Which left, on me, a mark.