aromas of lavender soap
still sharp to wider nostrils
diffuse the stagnant air

dust dances in each sunbeam
where chocolate curls once bounced
and bobbed with flair

silk dresses adorn satin hangers
behind walnut doors
and a solitary ballerina stands
unloved upon the chiffonier

"once upon a time..."
enrichs this happy boudoir no more
where cherry red smiles
giggled in harmony with emerald eyes
and a Princess laid down the law
behind this door that no one opens anymore

but for once a year
when a lady who stoops lower with every visit
comes to shed a tear
but always seems to leave smiling
with the memories she enjoys here

echoes she keeps in sacred store
behind her heart's door