Torn Curtains



My dream is taking me back-  back to my old home,
the room that was mine is now faded in time;
torn curtains are blowing in the wind while I roam.

In the open window-  I hesitate then climb,
I stand silent in the stillness with reflection;
the room that was mine is now faded in time.

Such sweet memories I hold to my heart with affection,
I can hear the laughter of grandma and mother;
I stand silent in the stillness with reflection.

Once that floor was shiny where I played with brother,
all my dollies used to wait on my bed for me;
I can hear the laughter of grandma and mother.

Beyond those tattered curtains flowers I would see,
I think those days in this home were my very best;
all my dollies used to wait on my bed for me.

I feel sleepy-  so lay down in my old nest,
my dream is taking me back-  back to my old home;
I think my days in this home were my very best,
torn curtains are blowing in the wind while I roam.

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August 25, 2017 (Edit 09/26/18)


Poetry/Terzanelle/Torn Curtains
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