Nostalgia Poem by Angelique' Rockwell

What happened to the kid in me?
Did all her fun get fizzled
out like soda pop left on the table?
Did her electric energy get spent
like a light bulb left on too long?
Was she merely like a dream that repeated itself,
but has now slipped through my dream catcher's grasp?
Did she slide away unnoticed and change
like a cloud shape in the sky?
Perhaps she has been packed away and now
smells of mothballs like old blankets.
Or has she gone forever, like the dead tree
that will never bear leaves again?

11/1/1997