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 ...