TASTES OF CHILDHOOD
When I was two or three
and my mother read to me
When Alice fell down the rabbit hole
I fell down the rabbit hole
Tumbling over and over in the air
the memory is still there
Ribbon candy and real candles on the tree
Christmas chocolates made at home
from a factory recipe someone
slipped to someone on a train
Taste buds still budding
tasting with my whole body
Slowly I’ve forgotten how
only love and fear can do it now