Rug covered stairs
a landing above me
a place for the lead toy soldiers,
the ceramic cat,
the small antique bottles;
Playing by myself
in my grandparents’ house
A quiet special day out
on my own in their company;
sharing precious time
vivid now decades later
but more than a memory.
Tales of my dad’s youth
frozen in his room as a boy;
a rope pulley system
for the light’s chain
mounted still over his bed.
Treasures in their attic,
Her father’s desk,
the one I now own
promised to me
that day set apart.
A nap by her side
after lunch of Ritz crackers in milk,
My dear Jessie,
magic lady of my heart;
Thick glasses, but joy in her spirit,
with her flowers, her gardens,
and in her small kitchen.
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edited July 16, 2015
Sunapee Street – v2
11/4/05 21:50
Sunapee Street
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