Nite Nite Ma! !
He whispers mischeviously
Planting a half done hasty kiss on her
agebeaten brow
Before hastening to hide behind
7x3 feet of an oaken generation gap
Slouching in the lonely arms of
her faithful burgundy couch
she hears the familiar sounds
of drawers, chuckles, running water
sounds which bridge the gap
Between now and youth
she smiles inwardly as memory rushes to paint
The canvas of reminiscence…
Collecting such ingredients as
the sounds and smells of today
Same as were wont
of those spent yesterdays
When there were things more alluring than the
distraction of arthritis and cooking shows
…a painting appears on her mirage of a canvas
Of a youth reincarnated…of a passion rekindled..
The night when deft fingers pulled the pins out
of her hair and in the mirror
she saw divinity put blossoming strokes
upon the 5 ft 8 in of her extension; ; ; ;
Behind that same oaken door.
Wardha..... merci beau comp..2nd repost
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/behind-oaken-door-repost/
