Three-year-old sticky fingers turned the pages of the JC Penny catalog where daddy worked
My dream room on the last page
Of pink icing ruffles and lace canopies
Under the glittering night stars and a Cinderella nightlight
To protect me from the monsters under the bridge
A father painted ten flowers on his daughter's bedroom walls
The trellis climbing high to touch the puffy white clouds
Over a messy carpet covered with glue from doing crafts
And a sticker book with butterflies that flutter through the sky
Summertime sun scares away snakes, spiders, and rats that I was afraid of
Thirteen shades of nail polish splattered on the floor
Colors like the sunset painted on the ceiling
Over the tropical beach bedspread dad picked out for my birthday
When I had a slumber party with my friends and we watched a scary movie
But I slept with the serene sounds of waves rolling
Over the sandy white beach in my dreams
Shutting myself in when I come home from school
For the seventeenth time, don't slam the door
And the picture falls to the cold hard floor
Breaking open the memories
Scattering through the room
Thundering off the shadowy blue walls
Gloomy like a prison
Locking me in with only bad memories
12.20.06
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