Keepsake

a gift from my father - on the first day of college, "Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry... the first poem I read... "She Walks In Beauty". I carried that book throughout my life as a keepsake... even when poetry wasn't the priority any more, Wordsworth and Browning were far away from my thoughts, Coleridge? Oh No! Porphyria's Lover, and Ancient Mariner... did not exist in my world of reality! how many glorious summers went by ~ how many frosty winters ~ delicious food, excellent company, exotic travels, grandiose entertainment ... ..but no time for the book my father imagined his daughter would embrace the most! then one miraculous day...when even my father gradually forgot the girl who used to blossom in the world of words, and poetry.... I found my precious friend collecting dust, neglected, discarded, in the corner of a shelf.. couldn't believe it was waiting for me with a beating heart ~ each and every page came alive with a magical touch ~ still my name clearly visible, handwritten with my father's calligraphic dexterity ! my fingers quivering to spot my long-lost treasure, I cried! overwhelmed with emotions, tears fell! as if a candle burnt and melted ~ a path strewn with lyrics and verses, ballads and sonnets like blazing auburn leaves of autumn ~ now shockingly empty and despairingly barren. many lonely years have gone by! melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams ultimately my first love has returned ! Edited For (From "He Gave Her A Book" Contest) "K" Old Or New Poetry Contest Sponsor: Constance La France FIRST PLACE