Memories

— Floi Baker

In a dusty attic in an old cedar chest,
I found…

An ivory comb that kept
her hair in place.

A lock of golden hair
tied with a bit of lace.

A tarnished silver heart
Holds the faint image of her face.

Satin slippers that danced into dusk…

A crumbling red rose
He gave her, with a promise and a kiss.

Voices fading into twilight years

The echo of laughter
Frozen in a memory.

Timeless images and silent tears.

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