A carpeted little room down in Emily’s basement.
The outside looks like a tiny
built in house against the pale brown wall.
There is no door but has its own light switch.
When inside there is Barbie clothing,
dolls with ratty hair, and hot wheels everywhere.

The smell of fresh warm
chocolate chip cookies fills the air.
Melted chocolate and cookie crumbs
on our faces and hands. And trying
to remember where we hid our candy
so nobody else would find it.

Those cheap off brand expo markers
made the room smell like paint thinner.
We would poorly draw our family and our friends
like big potatoes with stick limbs
on the whiteboard walls all around us.
When there was a picture we didn't like
we erased it with our hands instead
of the cloth so we could feel the gritty green
marker remnants between our little fingers.

Those were the days in that playhouse.
Those were the days from being stuffed
from all the cookies
Those were the days like we were going to
throw up from the marker smell.
Those were the days of endless nights
we spent in that playhouse.
That is soon going to be sold to another little girl
who will hopefully love it as much as we did.