|Going through Mom's closets|
Much like the well-known wardrobe
in the old spare room, this closet sits
waiting for visitors... and I am Lucy
stepping into another place and time;
not Narnia, but Kelly High, stepping
back to my youth, back to party days
with formal dances and bright futures.
Each gown worn still hangs there as if
nothing ever happened, nothing at all.
Prompt Inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Trash or Treasure?