My childhood was one long, long summer day
and a thousand winter nights --
dreaming of rainbows only I could see,
or remember the smell of the cake shop across the street.
Swiss Family Robinson ‘til all hours a.m.,
journaling endlessly about me versus them,
Taking in old movies on TNT,
cuddling with my kitten who loved only me,
brushing and curling my hair for all hours,
wearing Great-Granny’s nightgown with magic powers,
five hundred bowls of popcorn with butter,
drinking warm cinnamon milk while wrapped tight under covers.
My childhood was one long, long summer day,
but the nights I remember best,
and I like it that way.