Esther Shugg 1833-1908
Esther Shugg
1833 – 1908
A woman’s heart forever resides
In the glowing hearth of her humble home.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
I invite you to my warm and cozy house.
There, on the southwest corner
Of Mar Vista and Pickering Streets.
Venture, if you will, to the little white house
With the lace curtains in the front dormer windows.
Peer, if you will, through those simple curtains
And you will find happiness and priceless joy
Embedded on the paneled papered walls there.
Peek, if you will, through those transparent glass windows
And you will find sadness and hopeless despair
Enmeshed on the slatted wooden floors there.
I married James Shugg in 1855, and
Found rapture on my third finger.
I lost James Shugg in 1882, and
Found heartbreak in his bloodied handkerchief.
Come Earth dwellers. Come Earth survivors.
Come to my little cottage on Pickering Street.
Look to the old open window there, and
You will see James and me, mere ghosts now,
Waving from within,
Waving with friendly testimony,
To a life of steadfast love
And melancholy loss.
Copyright © Stark Hunter | Year Posted 2015
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