Playground Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

wondering we pass the stair
ghosts in our own time
wondering it is still there
although we need not climb
note the hedge flowers near the door
sad that we did not love them more
still in the yard as its fading into blue
this reminiscent view, gazing almost
just as we used to do.
wandering over the grass
on our insteps of glass
breaking off, into the evening dew
one Cinderella shoe
ours not to keep
or to toss away
everything ours
just for the day
rhinestones for diamonds
each time we played
still it was real, that's the way we still feel
if you ask my point of view

mary angela douglas 14 september 2023