A Room of Memories
Posted by Erin Mansfield
The room was small and scantly furnished
An old, failing chair sat near a window
The curtains faded to a translucent yellow
A flowering fragrance, both sweet and light
Entered through the broken window pane
Yet could not conceal the distinct scent
Of so many long years of dust settling
Nothing had changed in all those years
Nothing and yet everything
For this was once a gathering place
The active center of a vibrant home
Where parents provided with love
And children grew, played and learned
Where hearts broke and healed again
Now the room is quiet and still
With only an old man and his thoughts
An old, failing chair sat near a window
The curtains faded to a translucent yellow
A flowering fragrance, both sweet and light
Entered through the broken window pane
Yet could not conceal the distinct scent
Of so many long years of dust settling
Nothing had changed in all those years
Nothing and yet everything
For this was once a gathering place
The active center of a vibrant home
Where parents provided with love
And children grew, played and learned
Where hearts broke and healed again
Now the room is quiet and still
With only an old man and his thoughts
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