Gathering dust sheaths books and momentos
deep in the recesses of this old house
where a grandfather clock no longer chimes
Paper once bright and sturdy, now
clings to existence by mere fibers
stained by the passing of time
Lively once, were the colors of statuettes
collected in fervor from trips and loved ones
but now they fade into colorless backdrops
The scent of age, stale, yet familiar
comforts and feeds the mind with
nostalgia - memories of a life long past
One can almost hear the laughter, the tears,
the busy days passing in commotion
as time stands still in this moment
This moment, etched in cherished memories…
~E.Easter
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