Sunapee Street by Raymond A. Foss
Rug covered stairs a landing above me a place for the lead toy soldiers, the ceramic cat, small bottles Playing by myself in my grandparents’ home
A quiet special day out on my own in their company sharing precious time vivid now decades hence
Tales of my dad’s youth frozen in his room as a boy rope pulley system for the light’s chain mounted still over his bed
Treasures in the attice Her father’s desk I now own promised to me that day
A nap by her side after lunch of Ritz crackers in milk My dear Jessie magic lady of my heart Thick glasses, but joy in her spirit, with her flowers, in her kitchen
11/4/05 21:50
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