Remember lockers and sneakers
Before they became hope chests
And high heels?
Remember the party nights of October,
November, sprawled in an attic
With Scheherazade and her thousand tales?
Remember hardly knowing how,
But never caring, only knowing
The freedom of a wild twirl?
Remember laughing over midnights
At who would marry who,
And who’d be first, second, last, or never?
Remember schooldays, drawing our daydreams
Of blonde curls, sea storm eyes,
Wishing they’d walk off the pages.
Scheming impossible schemes
Until dawn, sleeping when the moon slept,
Forgetting today was tomorrow?
Us five, princesses, ladies in waiting,
Writing our tomorrows, never believing
They’d really arrive?