The Closet
Two knots around a strong metal bar,
The perfect hammock for a pair of girls
More legs than space
Filled that flowered sheet sanctuary.
In unison,
Placing small hands firmly on the wooden panel wall
Pushing
Creating sway
Drifting to other places.
Nanny cooking up supper
Her pots and pans made music
Pounding out the end of our youth.
One loud crash and we tumbled
Bodies hit and then were hit,
Metal bar on our heads,
Not enough to hold us.
Suddenly,
Too old for childhood.
The perfect hammock for a pair of girls
More legs than space
Filled that flowered sheet sanctuary.
In unison,
Placing small hands firmly on the wooden panel wall
Pushing
Creating sway
Drifting to other places.
Nanny cooking up supper
Her pots and pans made music
Pounding out the end of our youth.
One loud crash and we tumbled
Bodies hit and then were hit,
Metal bar on our heads,
Not enough to hold us.
Suddenly,
Too old for childhood.