Dinosaurs

I don’t have the lamp anymore
We trashed it along with the shade
Replaced with something newer, sleeker
For a girl growing up everyday

But it was that lamp
That I poked holes in
With the tails of my dinosaur toys

It was that lamp
That illuminated my nighttime adventures
Until my mother turned it off with a kiss

It was that lamp
That my dinos gathered around
For their parties and vigils and meetings

It was that lamp
They returned to after a daring rescue
From the tar pits of my bed

It was that lamp
That I wanted to be rid of
When my dinosaurs migrated to the attic

It was that lamp
I miss more than anything
For the stories it held
In the shade with the tail holes poked in