Deep in a secret room, high on the back wall, there is a shelf.
Far from mocking eyes and sticky hands,
this shelf is home to my memories.
Not pictures,
for they are displayed proudly throughout the house.
Not priceless Heirlooms…
no one trusts me with those.
No, these memories are mostly small
and made of plastic.
A Jem and the Holograms barbie,
A Lumiere smiling his cocky smile,
A flaming red haired Chucky.
his happy grin and terrible green shorts making me smile.
A Doug pen, A Spritelet,
Ninja Turtle Action Figures,
3 copies of the Labyrinth,
The list goes on and on.
Wonderful, Amazing, so bad they’re good, so good they’re perfect,
80s and 90s shows, the soundtrack of my childhood,
on a dark and dusty back shelf,
hidden from all,
Waiting for me to turn on the light
and Come Play.
Here there Be Dragons! 