We'll Wear White Like The Bride Dolls Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we'll wear white like the bride dolls in that Kingdom
this, the grass stained children dreamed
or they exclaimed

on rainy days or when their
emerald tears subsided
long after Glinda glided from the scenes

of those sad flickering pictures on
the screen
when it looked like Home

could never return.
how it burns the mind, even still,
and piecemeal. hurts you

when you turn suddenly
back from the cool afternoons
after school

where we wandered:
in-between Christmases.

mary angela douglas 24 may 2016