My mom hung my clothes in the box by the wall of my room

It carried my outfits for outings or school days

It’s where my favorite spot for hide and seek came into bloom

And grew when Woody made a dramatic entrance to his friends in his museum phase

It just held clothes, something so normal

Yet, in a child’s mind, it held enchanting memories

A closet carries your style of crazy, hippie, bright, dark, or formal

It carries the hats, the scarves, the imagination-helping accessories

A Narnia it has become when you first hid in the embrace of your clothes

And for some, a comforting escape where the outside world froze