The deep delicious red of a marzipan rose,
A haze of joy—
The Little Prince, read and re-read,
Affirmation for life,
For the essential child.
A white teddy bear, lined in red,
A late gift from an absent mother figure,
Cradled in bed nonetheless.
What’s left? What’s gone?
What doesn’t leave its mark?
I thought it was all gone,
Lost. Erased. Eviscerated.
In the making of my own world,
A lost world seems to be coming back.