Whispers From the Past
Their house was damp and drafty and the furnishings unique
I guess you'd say the decor was eclectic and antique
There was an old piano that was often out of tune
And as a child I'd tap the keys till others left the room
The scuttle by the fireplace was always filled with coal
And on the parlor table apples filled a crystal bowl
The rooms were very tiny and the rugs hid worn out floors
And large keyholes were common place on all interior doors
A painted creaky stair case closely hugged the front hall wall
With twelve steps to the second floor; one wouldn't want to fall
Small heaters in the bedrooms took the chill away at night
And for cold feet hot water bottles warmed them up just right
My Nanna made us Ovaltine and bought us bags of sweets
And Grandpa sometimes baked fresh bread which was a special treat
The kitchen had a small gas stove where a whistling kettle sat
And the teapot had a cosy which I once thought was a hat
The fragrance of a fresh brewed tea would fill the kitchen air
And Nanna with her apron on was often busy there
These memories are decades old and whispers from the past
And the photos that I cherish now, I hope will always last
Copyright © Anne E Sangster - K | Year Posted 2021
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