by jd4george
I really liked it, the almost spicy smell of dusting powder, littl kid feel of exploring the forbidden dresser top...
of the familiar with the unfamiliar
"frozen smile on my face."
"someone else’s expectations."
are familiar phrases, easily graspable.
Well done, if you keep writtin', I shall stop out of shame.
I can't match this.
Love the poem. I can't say what I love because I love it all, but in a way, that's saying what I love.