The Pink Playroom

Girls under eight years old, dressing up in

pearls borrowed from mom’s precious jewels.

Frills, sequins, purples, and pinks leading to high pitched

shrills when the eldest takes the pretty princess

lace. This I remember, an incredible

place, cluttered with castles, a kitchen, and countless

Halloween costumes. All stored here until our

tweens, when angst set fire and mom had to

rearrange to accommodate teenage

change, which turned the room we once

knew into my own bedroom. And although I

grew, I still hold onto the memory of the pink playroom.