Wondering Expression (Version 2) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Loved my parents for their storytelling, dad with
a bedtime story - a special stone block that was
removed to steal a king’s treasure - thus robbers
could bankrupt him; I recall the thrill of hearing

This strange tale for the first time - mother told
about Tom Thumb, his dad made matchstick toys
while his mother made clothes from rose petals
and moon fairies slid down moonbeams to earth

While mom sang lullabies - dad is poetry to me -
long ballads exploding in a staccato gunfire style,
mom playing Bocherini & The Moonlight Sonata,
slow melodies evoking deep feeling – but I lacked

Affection for my twin sis who insisted on rebellion,
calling down everyone’s wrath on everything we did
while I desperately tried to melt into the background –
wide-eyed wonder on hearing Verna Vels telling of

The Dear Little Witch being confused, never left me
as attested to by my paper doll with her wondering
expression standing next to my bed…