After redecorating my bedroom, I spent some time enjoying the newness of it. This poem is the result. The photo is my daughter, Carolyn, at a historic farmhouse. The white curtains and her resemblance to my own blonde appearance at the same age of 3, inspired me to pair it with this poem.
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| Carolyn at Living History Farms in 1992 |
Time Left Behind
by Janet Sobczyk, 2014ⓒ
Freshly painted room
yellow and white
sweeps
away old gloom
feels
calm and bright.
Sprawled
on bed
drinking
in peace
my
soul feels fed
my
stress is released.
House
is quiet
here
all alone
no
more inner riot
no
more ringing phone.
Lying
and gazing
at
window nearby
something
quite amazing
snares
my drowsy eye.
White cotton curtains
on
summer’s breeze
dance
like they’re flirtin’
pretty
as you please.
This
mesmerizing waltz
trips
a memory
as present
day halts
time floats free.
Fade to Gramma's room
on her big bed
slumber comes soon
for little sleepy head.
Sheets
so cozy
fresh
and clean
from
dear Grandma's
ancient washing machine.
Lying
and gazing
at
window nearby
something
quite amazing
snares
my young eye.
Curtains,
sheer white
dancing
on breeze
swirling
in the light
pretty
as you please.
