Memory

I do not remember 

Being small 

I say

In the middle of the night

That's funny

Alice giggles

I have always been small

And it suits me fine 

Do you remember falling 

Of course Little Cricket

I tumbled down 

The Rabbit hole 

Just like you

Except I am big 

And it is harder to run

When you are big 

Just ask mother 

She is small

And always running

Maybe we should 

Invite her to tea

Alice says

Always the optimist 

The cool air

Licks our ankles 

As the stars fade 

And the moon gets 

Ready to swap 

With the sun 

Perhaps there will be 

New memories

A different story to tell

We rest our head against the pillow 

Close our eyes

And dream.