Her mantlepiece holds treasure troves
His picture is but one
On cold stone in a cold room
Now the fire's warmth has gone
The old girl rocks inside her silence
The cat mews in the hall
The figure in the photograph
Smiles, but that is all
Her mantlepiece holds treasure troves
His picture is but one
On cold stone in a cold room
Now the fire's warmth has gone
The old girl rocks inside her silence
The cat mews in the hall
The figure in the photograph
Smiles, but that is all
Comments
Luly Whisper | September 4, 2011 - 21:14
Short but eloquent, rhymes and scans - I like this.