My Grandmother's Vase
Transparent, with roses
rich with late daylight,
finely cut with precision,
you have captured my posies
After years of neglect,
days long forgotten
rescued from loneliness
from a dark, dusty place
The skill of an artist
once brought you to life,
to be worthy and viewed
and to be cherished in mine
My Grandmother's vase
I have dusted your bones,
and shined up your face
adorned you with flowers, and set you on lace
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For contest sponsored by Black Eyed Susan "Antique"
4/21/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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