In My Mother's Wardrobe

In My Mother's Wardrobe

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The things that I’m going to tell you
Are secrets from childhood’s well,
You must seal your lips from retelling
Or spend a season in hell,
In the back of my mother’s wardrobe
Were some magical woods and a lake,
I’d creep on in to explore them
Whenever she wasn’t awake.

I could tell by the way she was breathing
As she lay in a huddle in bed,
That she wasn’t about and deceiving
As she did when her eyes were red,
I’d carefully turn the wardrobe key
And open the door, ajar,
The hinges would creak, my mother would speak
And say, ‘I know where you are!’

I’d scuttle on into the wardrobe
And tumble right into a stream,
The water was dry, I didn’t know why,
I guess it was simply a dream,
I’d get so entangled in stockings,
In corsets and silk underwear,
That I couldn’t hear her open the door
And tell me ‘I knew you were there!’

I think back on what I remember
And one of those things was the smell,
She had all these perfumes and lipsticks
And one that I know was Chanel,
But most I remember her diving
Headlong through the door, crying ‘Heck!’
And dragging me out of her underwear
Each time, by the scruff of my neck!

David Lewis Paget

© 2016 David Lewis Paget


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I thought this was interesting and amazing. You've nailed it again David! Top marks, its a no brainer!


Posted 1 Year Ago


A interesting tale my friend. You made me smile tonight. Thank you David for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


I love make believe, even now. My "adult" friends think I'm nuts, I think they're boring... maybe my tinfoil hat and LARPING is a bit much, but it sure is fun!!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Subtle and beautiful piece of childhood tales. Well written.

Posted 2 Years Ago


this was such a beautiful and fun to read piece, i read it twice.

Posted 2 Years Ago


The child and the adult view of the same event - might as well be on differing planets. Exploring and adventuring is in a child's blood but it doesn't make much sense to adults - unless they look through the childhood glasses as you have done and allowed the reader to do once more David.
Excellent fun tale - not your usual fare but just as enjoyable.

Posted 2 Years Ago


David, this sounds so much like most children, always getting into something or a place mom doesn't want us to be. Makes me think back again. Thank you for that. Valentine

Posted 2 Years Ago


lol,haven`t we all done that ! a great trip down memory ln

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Added on December 6, 2016
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Tags: lake, woods, stockings, perfume

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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