My Precious Past

I have a home with bushel basket filled with human delights. Toe shoes so old that still are so magically bright. They are winking at me right now here in the night And comfort me, when I feel a harmful, hateful, slight. My studio Communion picture is staring at me. A much young Panagiota, So innocent, her days so divinelly carefree. A photoraph of me on that very sad day, my Grandpa died, I wept so hard, he was forever at my side. There is nothing in this room, that has zero connection to the past. They all are still living things, and even their scents, Magically, almost supernaturally~last and last. I wish you all happiness, let all bitterness pass. You are more than the face in the mirror of glass. Panagiota Romios 4/30/ 2019 9:159m PST