Amy Marie - Reviving Childhood

Femininity must have tapped
Childhood's scrapbook. Pink-colored scrapbook.
Inside it –
Lies Childhood's vibrant drawings

Under thin plastic blankets. Where is she now?
The brown-haired
Tan one –
Or was she the blonde?

How many eras it's been since
I've seen her last!
Being Imagination herself –
I flip through

The scrapbook like a photo album.
My friend Childhood's markered-in picture –
Wide-eyed
At me stares –

Cat-like –
Baby-like –
Back at her
Date with Fate.

Her blonde and brown short hair
Sweeps horizontally across her forehead.
Her wings remind me of her
Angelic Death –

But I place a pale
Frail finger on the plastic
Blanket over the cream paper.
Over Childhood's darker cream hand –

Holding it –
Pulling it out of the captive page –
Smoothing it over like folded clothes
Until the fingers uncurl

Long enough to reach Freedom's moon.

Amy Marie

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