the door prizes open, no knock or key required
no permission needed to go inside
sweet goodness
chocolate the significant
in her children’s world
memories of her childhood
a mother’s offering
frozen mornings, bleary eyed as they rise
as she sits, the porcelain cup of her sweet
goodness held gently in her hands
unnoticed pool of tears
they the most important, yet she daydreams
the Mock Turtle on her wooden kitchen chair
presents not forthcoming the day the last door opens
she struggles
perhaps the rabbit hole, escape
her door to fantasy
gifts under sweet smelling pine
as it use to be
©jmtacken Dec 2013
I have decided to encompass both suggestions – and I hope it works. Advent Calendar leads the way….
For dVerse The Callenge from Claudia so… it’s your choice… you can either write a pre-christmas Advent poem… preparation… tradition…decoration… share your Advent story with us or even give the christmas decoration a voice
or… write an Alice in Wonderland poem… about her, one of the characters or in the style of it.. off-beat conversations.. poems which tell a wondrous story… let’s fly a bit… smiles
Ramblings From A Mum 
Works for me Jenny, well done. Lovely and with a hint of sadness.
thank you Michael ~ appreciate your kind words
you are welcome…
smiles…to return to the way it used to be…i thing i know quite a few that might do that…a bitter sweet feel to this one…
I don’t have that….but it’s okay and hopefully I have not inundated hers – apologies if I have! 😦 yes bitter sweet- she could if life was different.
Thanks Brian
I like the way you combined the two prompts. Sometimes it might be good to be able to escape down the rabbit hole if one could to experience that sweet smell of pine again……as it used to be.
thank you Mary ~ yes sometimes our struggles are too great that disappearing is the only way out- Thank you for reading.
Oh! It has a sad tune to it. Sometimes, it is better if the past could be revived. Time brings a lot many differences. I have experienced it.
Made me think… well-penned.
yes, there are moments we wish that to happen – thanks Anmol
maybe not a bad idea to slip through that door again… life can be rough at times…esp. when the memories are overwhelming…
Indeed Claudia ~ especially when times get tough- thanks for reading.
Oh the sadness of growing up.. and no rabbit hole to escape into.. wonder if they come in my size..
Yes BR – especially when families struggle and the children suffer – thankfully they had their Calendar and their chocolate ~ smiles
Your size? ~ I’ll check – thanks for reading.
I’m never quite sure if memory invites us in in a totally objective manner–but I so understand the longing for the past that you bring up wonderfully evocatively. K.
Thank you so very much – such a lovely compliment.
Your poem reminds me a bit of the snatches of memory that I sometimes experience when I’m completely relaxed – many long-ago things are allowed to rise to the surface without prejudice. 🙂
I thank you for the compliment too ~ so many different ways of reading this I guess, which I am loving. 🙂 x
Sometimes that rabbit hole feels it would be a nice place to run to! I also enjoyed your childhood evocations, Rambly.
Thank you Gabriella for reading ~ yes rabbit holes (larger ones) would be a nice hide-a-way 🙂
This reminds me to relax and enjoy the excitement of Christmas with my children more, because they grow up so fast. Bittersweet, I thought.
Hello and thank you for reading ~ yes please do, as they grow up so fast and the meaning seems to get lost when there aren’t little ones around. Appreciate your comments.
Very nice response to the prompt ~ Don’t we all have this rabbit hole to escape to when the reality doesn’t smell as nice as the pine as it used to ~ Happy Sunday ~
Appreciated Grace ~ thank you and yes all we want is to be taken back ~ Happy Monday to you ~ smiles
Sad but real. A wonderful capture of memories past. Well done.
Thank you Tess – as always a lovely comment. x
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poignant, sad, and sweet, jen
Thank you Beth (hugs)
It is the time of year for happy thoughts, but those melancholic longings always seem to tag-along, too often dominating. Great poem!
That they do J, some linger, some disappear. I think we all go back to a sad place at some stage during the day ~ I think of those no longer with us, my brother, my MIL, but we raise a glass and toast to them in their absence. Thank you for visiting and commenting ~ smiles