A strange day for Goldilocks was two years to the day later
after eating their porridge, bursting the chair. and sleeping in their littlest bed:
They had chased me to the treeline, and lifted fists in the air — Do not return!
But on this anniversary, this heat of early Spring gives me a sense of lethargy,
(Grandpa loves to teach me BIG words.)
and an overwhelming urge to return to their cave-home in the woods.
I have never ever had such a lovely nap! or visited a more charming homey cave!
Could I wear a mask? No, they would need to see my friendly smile.
Perhaps if I bring a gift.
My birthday present bottle of honey, from The Firefly Fairy Farm might do.
My Mom knows I want to visit the bears, but she wants me to settle for less,
“just do a Zoom meeting with the children’s department of the City Zoo.”
She just doesn’t understand; and darn, she locked the door.
She thinks this human cottage is where I should always be.
by Nancy Ann Smith Amherst, Ohio
June 27, 2020 Poetry Marathon