Panel of Memories
One wooden panel
Scraped from its ivory case---
I recall Grandma’s doorway
Leading us to our ranch,
Where young feet mounted wild horses.
This ancestral home,
Now broken by time’s onslaught
Oh years filled with fresh grassland
Rolling on memories---
While old panel, stands on my hall.
Manny Paras...15th July 2014
For nette onclaud, Door To A Wayra
Copyright © Manny Paras | Year Posted 2014
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