Dressing up box

 

A father’s old school trunk,

Held together with tape,

Some might say junk,

Or a world of escape.

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Ball gowns, gloves and vintage skirts,

Cinderella, Snow White or Belle.

Hats, wigs and ruffled shirts,

Treasures with a musty smell.

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Corners eaten with rust,

Contents fit for a princess.

A dented lid gathering dust,

Protects an enchanted dress.

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Now the trunk’s long gone,

Just an empty wardrobe floor,

But childhood games live on,

With every adult day,

I recall the games we’d play.

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