Winter of 1935
Looking through a lilliputian lens
opalescent glimmerings of sunlight
filter through frozen window panes.
Icicles slowly drip drops of dew,
a rainbowed prism hovers over
the linoleum kitchen floor
as mom swings and sways to Sammy Kaye.
Memorable mornings at play,
driving cars to secret places,
cupboards,closets and under the sink,
through tunnels and bridges,scaling
cliffs,crashing on pots below,
parking the fleet while the driver naps.
The door bell rings.
Mitzi, the butcher's daughter
dressed in bridal finery
singing "here comes the bride"
marries me over and over again,
a Charlotte Ruse is our wedding cake.
While mom listens to Stella Dallas
we honeymoon in the darkened attic
where she shows me hers
and I show her mine.
How do you pee with that girly thing?
As husband and wife we go on a trip
driving the round piano stool,
smoking our chocolate cigarettes
as Mitzi takes in the view
describing the passing scene
from behind the driver's seat.
As twilight descends we sit by the radio
lost in the world of scary adventures.
Dinner is ready when dad gets home,
after marbles and piggybacks
comes story time and bed
as the winter day ends.
Milton P Ehrlich