I Recall Curtains

Curtains, at Grandma’s house,
hide the inner sanctum -
memories remodeled.
—Quote by Poet

I Recall Curtains

Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
Village without curtains; and lace.

One bow on a pine, lopsided star.
Intricate lace is snow white.

Many pines in the mountain skies,
the chimney and post office spire

pointing at the twinkling stars, all
hover over the curtainless village.

Rocking horse and spinning top, highlight 
the two-storied “Toys and Games.”

I wonder who lives upstairs at the “Bakery.”
Such a teeny tiny village offering, yet

the daintiness embellishes a Winter wall;
Loveliness is lace; I recall curtains.
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Wolf Avatar
February 9, 2025 at 9:11 PM
Stylistic sensation here, Kim. So many emotions and images in your lines. Bravo, Gershon
Rodrigues Avatar
February 10, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Thank you, my friend! Glad you liked it!
Buehler Avatar
February 7, 2025 at 10:50 PM
I love this poem of sweet reminiscence, Kim. Beautifully written. :)
Rodrigues Avatar
February 8, 2025 at 5:56 AM
Thank you, Evelyn!
Buhagiar Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 11:01 PM
Curtains give beauty to any room. Now I have no curtains, but Lilian loved them.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 7, 2025 at 3:33 AM
Love that Lillian loved them! Hugs!
Hind Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 7:35 PM
Such personality! Loved your take on lace and curtains.
Rodrigues Avatar
February 7, 2025 at 3:32 AM
Thank you, my friend,
DiMino Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 8:52 AM
One of the best poetry writers here a Soup. Mesmerizing. You get a FAV!
Rodrigues Avatar
February 6, 2025 at 9:17 AM
Joe, you touch my heart! Thank you!
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