Looking back...
 Sometimes we get nostalgic. Poetry is a good way to express those feelings and give them a particular weight.       This is a piece that I sent to the 2002 edition of the "Montagne d'Argento" contest from Keltia Editrice , and it was chosen for publication. The theme was childhood games and toys, and so I chose this and translated it.        Dolls in the Closet       As I look at them today,     They seem to ask:     Where have you been, little one?     You used to pay close attention,     And care daily for us-     Dress us, and brush our hair.     What toys are you playing with     Now that you are grown?         A window to childhood –     These dolls in the closet.     Lifeless creatures of plastic     That once were so real.     The sisters I never had,     Or the children I would have someday.     They played these roles, once-     Long ago.         Now, as I brush their hair again     And wipe away from their eyes      The dust of the years-     Their faces shine ...