My Playground

I grew up on music my Mom played,
Driving us to school in the white ford escort.
As the oldest, I took full advantage
Of my passenger princess privileges
(To the dismay of my brothers).

But I loved the Oldies the most -
The music my Grandma grew up to
(the only part of life we had in common).

As I dreaded the inevitable drop off,
The music lifted me and let me daydream a world
(In which I actually loved myself).

Even now, when I play
The Carpenters,The Beatles, The Mamas and the Papas, Elvis, The Zombies, Patsy Cline, Johnny Cash, Lesley Gore -
My heart smiles
And I’m transported back into the world
I built on a little girl's imagination and desires.
(Batteries not included).

Careful to keep intact her every wish and dream,
Where I don’t have (to pretend) to be a grownup anymore.

© 2025 January, Kayla Macias


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