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Grandma's Living Room
Grandma had a davenport with doilies on armrests and an angora throw
(which I loved to pet as it was so silky) and an ornately carved rocking chair that creaked.
A round cobalt blue Chinese jar fascinated me, glaze so shiny... yet knew not to touch.
Center stage, or so it seemed, resided an African Violet on a small walnut side table;
filtered summer sun, full in winter, curtains adjusted accordingly.
A tiny entryway with stairs that immediately transported one to the treasure-laden attic
or a turn to the left towards a small kitchen with oval chrome table and red vinyl chairs.
In the evening, we'd sit porch side, watch neighbors stroll along sidewalk;
if a Saturday night, Lawrence Welk entertained on her small black & white T.V.
Close to my heart I hold this long-ago room, remember dinner on T.V. trays,
library books quietly read, laughter of family gathered, Lulu's & Olive's tongue twisters
and the security I always felt within Grandma's living room.
by Margaret Bednar, April 11, 2018
My grandmother had a lot of funny words (or so I thought) ... called her couch a davenport. Her refrigerator an ice box, the basement a cellar. Gay meant funny as in laughter.
This is linked to "
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Micro-Poetry - Long-Ago Rooms" no more than 12 lines with a nod to the phrase "long-ago rooms" from the poem
When You Come by Maya Angelou.
and also
NaPoWriMo - National Poetry Month (30 Poems in 30 Days)
