Aunt Susans.

[keith]

Green colored crystalline pendants that sway

Reflecting a time that has long gone away,

A Japanese hand painted fire screen stands

In front of the fire where I once warmed my hands.



Tall fluted vases of aquamarine

With the dried up remains of where flowers have been,

Mahogany table encrusted with grime

Is held in the grip of the gauntlet of time.



Shepherd and shepherdess stare into space

Alone on a mantelpiece, fallen from grace,

Obsidian oil lamps with tourmaline shades

Flickering dimly as yesterday fades.



The clippie mat frame and the tools of her trade

Are signs of the wonderful rugs that she made,

Now cast in the shadow of days gone before

Like the frosted glass faces that gaze from her door.



The soft muffled sounds of a house that has died

Tell a story of heartache, through eyes that have cried,

As I stood at the door, before taking my leave

I wept at the magic that memory can weave.



The house was a home to a lady of grace

From a forgotten age of refinement and lace,

And she lives as she did in the time of her years

In the heart of the family’s love that she shares.

[nanaursula]

Just beautiful, pictures of times gone, memories that forever remain warm and this is a poem of perfection, thank you Keith, hope you are fine. Ursula xxx