I Remember
In one corner of my ancestral home~
Placidly stood an old sewing machine;
The golden emblem surrounded with chrome,
Now tarnished~ devoid of luster and sheen.
There my grandma used to stitch my garments,
From school uniforms to my doll's dresses;
Whilst I sit listening her fine statements,
Of Warrior Queens and Noble Princesses.
The echo of each laughter still lingers,
Like her last words when she bade adieu;
As she slipped the gold key through my fingers,
"This heirloom I give to no one but you!".
Then she finally closed her eyes with smile,
As I opened that machine ere awhile.
15 March 2021
Notes: Dedicated to my loving grandmom who passed away 2 decades ago.
For "I Remember Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
Copyright © Jcb Brul | Year Posted 2021
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