A Recollection

It’s strange to have a memory

That no one else can share.

I asked my brother but he was

Too young, though he was there.

 

My bedroom lamp, with two glass globes

Was missing one and so

I placed my doll’s straw hat right where

That globe was meant to go.

 

Of course, it rested on the bulb

And soon began to smell

As smoke began to fill the air

And I began to yell.

 

My mother ran into the room

And fixed things as I cringed.

I never saw that lamp again;

The hat was slightly singed.

 

I wonder, were my mom alive,

If hearing this would spark

A recollection of that day

Which left, on me, a mark.