she touches
a glass ball –
the Taj Mahal in a snowstorm
bought from a trader
that had never seen snow
and never would
an aide de memoir
that proves she was there
and she remembers a holiday
when I was nine and hated the sun.
I bought her Hogwarts –
plastic spires under winter skies
with battery operated lights –
and she swore she'd been there
after St Mary's but before University
and learned witchcraft
at Rowling's knee
a glass ball –
the Taj Mahal in a snowstorm
bought from a trader
that had never seen snow
and never would
an aide de memoir
that proves she was there
and she remembers a holiday
when I was nine and hated the sun.
I bought her Hogwarts –
plastic spires under winter skies
with battery operated lights –
and she swore she'd been there
after St Mary's but before University
and learned witchcraft
at Rowling's knee
8 comments:
Oh, my. You made me cry. Again. Lovely, Rachel. Just beautiful.
This is quite a great poem. *big smile*
Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*
God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie
Memoires just as fake at the aide...
How suiting.
Very sweet. Since it made Stephanie cry I'm wondering if it's about her?
Aims - no, it's not, but I suspect she knows someone with memory loss.
A sad poem, beautifully written.
Thank you Gina
You're most welcome, my dear. *big smile*
Hugs, lovies, and stuffs for you all. *HG*
God bless and take care. Bye, :)!
Olga/Maddie
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