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"I HUNG THESE CURTAINS...I LIVED HERE ...I'M CERTAIN...THE FLOORS WERE WAXED...THE DISHES SHINED...SOMEONE LIVED HERE FOR A LONG TIME..A SOUL SLEEPS UNDER THE PANE OF WINDOWS...THEIR FAMILIAR TO ME...LIKE THE CURTAINS...THEY'RE MINE...I'M CERTAIN." VICKIE JAY THAYER@THE FANATIC POET

(Inspired Pinterest Pin)...Dedicated To Margaret Toht

Grandma's Curtains

I HUNG THESE CURTAINS,

I LIVED HERE ONCE,

I'M CERTAIN,

THE FLOORS WERE WAXED,

THE DISHES SHINED,

I RESIDED HERE,

HAPPILY,

FOR QUITE SOME TIME.



MY SOUL SLEEPS UNDER THE WINDOW'S PANE,

THE SINK CALLING ME,

AT SUPPER TIME,

I STILL SMELL THE ROSES,

I PLANTED OUTSIDE,

LORD,

JUST PLEASE,

LET IT RAIN, 

JUST NOT INSIDE.
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Gauthier Avatar
July 24, 2018 at 3:45 PM
Lovely, Vickie. I enjoyed your poem.
Thayer Avatar
September 17, 2018 at 8:21 AM
Thank You
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