I have a special window
hidden in a book
It sends me on a journey
every time I look.
In a world of black and white
and different shades of gray,
my mother's eyes peer back at me
from a long gone yesterday.
I look again and see a group
of girls with floppy bows.
Mischief dances on their lips
as they show off frilly clothes.
A group of boys with newsboy caps
play ball in the street.
That's how they entertained themselves
without a screen and seat.
They say it isn't possible
to make a time machine
But I have to disagree
from the things that I have seen.
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