Life was better when I fit into my princess nightgown
Lights were brighter
The sky more vibrant
All the jokes funnier
Big things felt like distant problems
So distant it was easier to imagine unicorns on poppy petals than my first day of high school
He was here and now he's gone
Songs were catchier
Our laughter more pure
I miss the days of the purple long-sleeved nightgown
The one adorned by my favorite princesses
Back when I could slip on my PJs and not have to worry about washing off my makeup
And the days were full of belly laughs, full of carefree naivety
Always longing to look back rather than forward
I miss you, baby girl
The little girl in the purple princess nightgown, forever and always
in god's dark wardrobe
like a ghost of a nightgown
a see-through soul glows
I have no style, just a nightgown I love.
Something as stylish as a garden glove.
One that should have been burned years ago.
I wear it daily, it is so grimy it has a glow.
It has a personality of a being who glowers.
It is big and bulky with enormous flowers.
It smells of chocolate, vanilla, onions and thyme.
It will be the last item in the rag pile in my life time.
Again our old nemesis is hanging around
That old bug's running rampant in our town
Attacking young and old
In numbers untold
The attire for many is a pretty flowered nightgown
© Jack Ellison 2015
I asked the mirror
Why I was born.
It told me twice
That I was blessed
To have lived life,
To smile at the sky,
To feel the warmth
Of sunshine,
To scamper
Across the meadow,
To laugh, to love,
To simply breathe.
It later said that
Some people
Do not see
The beauty of life.
Do not be this child
Who never took time
To celebrate life.
I frowned
And went away.
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