Delorean Rider

That oddly shaped bedroom To the left of the staircase The greenish blue carpet Against a bed skirt of lace The worst hue of yellow Snug tight on my mattress Opposite the mirror Where I became an actress If I close my eyes tight Give control to my perceptions I’ll bring in to sight My Shirley Temple collection My play kitchen table With two plastic chairs My mom sits on one As I style up her hair If quiet enough I’ll hear giggling girls Rolling wet hair To wake up in curls Back down the stairs The carpet turns brown A dish of fake pears The clock’s chiming sound A typewriter is present But not a computer It’s simple and pleasant Like my motor less scooter In the den, I will find Two, worn, mauve recliners Yes, I’ve traveled time A Delorean rider One last thing to Check Before heading back home I race to the deck With a box of milk bones I close my eyes tight And concentrate hard Til the most wonderful sight Appears in my yard My childhood pal, Muffin Chasing his tail Kiss, kisses and loving But then I must bail I loosen my grip And open my eyes A quick, lovely trip Has met its demise