Wardrobes don’t just house clothes, They are a time machine that can bring forth, Smiles, laughs and emotions in drove, Some items are a treasure trove, Recently, while rearranging dresses, tops and shorts, I recalled a shopping trip where we bought, A dress for a prom an year, And shoes to match the gear. These reminiscences are not unique in their plot, Yet, lived differently for each parent and tot. A red coat that we together got, Hangs in my closet with the lot, Celebrated its 10th without a spot, My teen had said-“this looks hot", A deluge of memories of worn and wear, Even amidst some torn and tear, Makes ordinariness of life- special and dear, And in hindsight without a peer. So if you wonder, "does time truly fly?" Isn’t it a relative phenomenon that goes by, Open a drawer, a closet or a chest, A find might open a memory door-the very best.