Down In the Basement
down in the basement it is warm
with memories of
Grandma’s beauty shop
and dusty with
piles of books.
to ward off
my merry-go-round spree
of her chair,
she sends me downstairs
to choose
whatever books that i want.
i was drawn to
Daphne Du Marier’s
Rebecca,
funny i never read
but watched the movie
instead.
my favorites
were Peanuts
by Charles M. Schulz.
i could relate to
Charlie Brown
and i think i’m
a little Lucy too.
i wonder what
other books were there.
sometimes you wish
you could step
back into a scene from the past,
that’s why movies
that do so have such appeal.
back upstairs, did
i still swivel around in Grandma’s chair
or did i sit quietly
for hours and hours,
exploring the world
of personalities
between the covers of a recycled book?
oh Lord let me stare
once more
into the basement,
take a peek
at Grandma cutting hair,
her recognizable Northern accent
touching my ears, my mind,
my heart.
1/24/2020
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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