Finale
Paisley, tattered armchair
By the living room window
Where the golden sun touched
A delicate smile of life well lived.
Together we rummaged through
Dusty, dark closets
Opening drawers
Of yellowed dim memories.
Crimson jewels of necklace
Faded satin and feathers
From times departed
Slowly silenced.
Crumbling garden
Invaded by weeds
Now in ruins near fountain
Choked by moss-covered stones.
Church ladies and cakes,
Casseroles and tears
Mix with church hall aroma...
Death at ninety-nine,
Honorable and quiet.
Copyright © Charlotte Zuzak | Year Posted 2005
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