On the Inside

A white Victorian dollhouse

Sits on the playroom floor


The children run around outside

Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing

If only they weren’t


Inside the dollhouse

The parents are cold and


They have grown out of love

From constant fighting


Cheating, and being


After many years

The dollhouse is falling apart.

The roof is collapsing

The support beams are cracking

Termites have destroyed the foundation.

And all the while,

The kids are playing outside


Growing Older

A child’s mind cracked open wide

For learning and growing

Walking all alone, their own stride

With confidence showing.


But soon they will grow much too big

And forget their own self.

They will have to search hard and dig,

Wiping dust off the shelf.


They will look back with a smile

On all the things they learned-

How could they forget? A long while…

My, how the tables turned!


http://www.napowrimo.net/ NaPoWriMo prompt for day 25. Catching up! 😉