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Grandma's Bedroom
by Jane E PearceDusk molests the Victorian sheers,
making the room grow dim
but the heavy burgundy drapes part
to let the moon light in..
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The once gas lamps throw
flickering shadows, darting
from floor to wall, while
the old wood stove sings
a song of late fall.
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I can almost hear faint talk
of Victorian times, and their life-
the Salem Postmaster,
and his artistic, poetic wife.
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How I love my own bedroom
now decorated Victorian style.
It makes me feel we could sit
and talk a little while.
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That was then and this is now,
their time has long fled,
but I still feel this is like the room
that held my Grandma's bed.
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11/24/2007 Posted on 11/25/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/25/07 at 04:33 AM What sweet memories you paint. With your words you honor the continuity of your connection to past generations and lovingly display the artifacts of their lives. Lovely poem. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 11/25/07 at 04:33 AM This is a beautiful piece. I love the way it flows and the imagery. I enjoyed reading it. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/25/07 at 11:56 PM This has a lovely, relaxed, rhyming flow to it that is so pleasing to read. I would enjoy reading more about this couple. |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 11/26/07 at 09:35 AM A nice traditional feel to a look at traditional life. I would suggest trying to make this into an Epic! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/27/07 at 05:50 PM This is the perfect reflection of passing time and how some things, the BEST things, never really change. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/27/07 at 06:05 PM A beautiful, nostalgic circle. Maybe your grandmother's spirit inhabits your Victorian bedroom in your love of what she loved. I sense that a special connection existed between the two of you.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/27/07 at 10:48 PM A-h-h-h-h-h the memories. Great poem Jane...Charlie |
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