Anna Pearl's Basement

A childhood adventure, my sisters and I
Would embark, as we all recall
Into the basement, in search of treasures
Three little girls would crawl.

One room was bright, lit by the sun
Through a window, warm beams were cast
Herein was found every beautiful thing
A young woman’s treasures of past.

Under the stairs was a tiny wood door,
Mysterious treasures beyond.
Here lay the golf clubs, books and tools
Things of which Grandpa was fond.

In the back of the basement, away from the light
In a space we feared a great deal
Jars of home canned fruit and vegetables hid
Ingredients of our next meal.

The basement was sold, the little girls grown
Grandma and Grandpa have passed.
Memories of childhood adventures
To the back of our minds have been cast.

Once in while, a sight, smell or taste
Perhaps a found object of art
Will bring memories of Anna Pearl’s basement
Back into the face of our hearts.