Grandma's Room

Up creaky flight of narrow stairs
Into a room thick with nostalgia

Scent of old wartime forgotten perfumes
Wrought iron bed with heirloom spread

Velvet pillows wtih embroidered Niagara Falls
Yellowed photos of Grandpa standing in garden

Children in pewter frames long grown
Smile from a distant past

Dresser of dark wood with scratched mirror
Where lace doillies sit on dust

Silver hair brush set and glass decanters
China jewellery box from Woolworth's

Morning sun pours through velvet curtain
Dust mites dance on beams

Bedside clock still ticking out the seconds
Of timeless memories
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Etumudo Avatar
October 19, 2019 at 8:10 AM
I wish I had a grandmother this memorable..
Winter Avatar
October 1, 2008 at 12:03 PM
I am envious of those with memories of grandparents. My dad was orphaned very young and my mom's dad died when I was way too young. Her mom is my strongest memory and I am grateful for what moments we shared, though the years I really was old enough to appreciate her found her in a nursing home. Imagery is powerful in this nostalgic and beautiful write. Love, Shar
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
October 1, 2008 at 8:09 AM
There is a special place in my heart for both my grandmothers. They never had easy lives but they had a sense of family and the things that were important. This was a great nostalgic look at a time and place that are etched in our memories. God Bless. Vince
Jordan Avatar
September 30, 2008 at 11:30 PM
Valerie - A very special poem by a very special heart about a very special place - Wonderfully written poetry - God Bless
Strand Avatar
September 30, 2008 at 4:43 AM
These memories remain forever ,even more than phots.Rgds Brian & thanks Valerie for your welcome comments
Reynolds Avatar
September 29, 2008 at 10:30 AM
You have just described my own dearly departed Grandmother's bedroom - what a glorious picture in memory, thank you. Lovely images, love Kristin
Richards Avatar
September 29, 2008 at 8:33 AM
You could be describing my own Grandma's room...I could really relate to a sweet memory from my childhood! ~Carrie
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