Annabelle's Legacy

Annabelle's Legacy

A Poem by Diane Lockard
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Annabelle returns to her grandparents' home; her life changes when she discovers her family history.

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Annabelle in her Grandmother’s modernized kitchen, drops an ice cube tray, 
ice cubes fly through the air.
Eyes drawn to the parlor, her body goes limp, and slumps to the floor. 
Silence…
A vision appears - her Grandparents in formal attire, sitting together on a settee; < /div>
shadows cast by the fire near them v>
Grandfather places a jewel box in her hands, what lies before her?
Anticipation…
She, slowly, pulls the end of a velvet ribbon encompassing the box.
Grandmother lifts the lid, a display of magnificent diamonds.
“These are our treasures, smuggled out of Germany when we left.”
Tears glistening, she cannot speak…
Grandfather walks to a secretary desk, opens a compartment, removes a secret box, and pulls out an ornate key.
Moving the painting over the fireplace reveals a keyhole in the wallpaper.
Grandmother watches him intently…
Grandmother hands him the precious jewels and he places the box inside.
Picking up the velvet ribbon, she ties the key to it, their secret safe,
Grandfather returns it to the desk.
Annabelle awakens from her stupor and retraces their steps…
She goes to the secretary desk, opens the compartment, picks up the secret box, 
retrieving the same ribbon and walks to the fireplace -
A picture of her Grandmother in a green satin dress, key in hand.
It is, now, Annabelle’s legacy….

© 2016 Diane Lockard


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Not wanting to show too much but needing to highlight your style and gentleness: '.. .. opens a compartment, removes a secret box, and pulls out an ornate key.. .. ' What next, I wonder?

Oh my... what a beautiful piece of writing.. gently phrased, a mystery in the making, a dream come true. Seems second sight, an instinct for what might be, can in fact display surprising consequences.. and you have shown just how it can happen.

There;s real serenity in the gentle pace of your work.. doesn't for one moment test the reader's enjoyment... just flows.. then, stills. Lovely.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Not wanting to show too much but needing to highlight your style and gentleness: '.. .. opens a compartment, removes a secret box, and pulls out an ornate key.. .. ' What next, I wonder?

Oh my... what a beautiful piece of writing.. gently phrased, a mystery in the making, a dream come true. Seems second sight, an instinct for what might be, can in fact display surprising consequences.. and you have shown just how it can happen.

There;s real serenity in the gentle pace of your work.. doesn't for one moment test the reader's enjoyment... just flows.. then, stills. Lovely.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on October 12, 2015
Last Updated on August 22, 2016
Tags: Mystery, family history, legacy, visions

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Diane Lockard
Diane Lockard

Moroni, UT



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Thank you, friends, for exchanging stories and poems, plus reviewing my writing. Memories of growing up in Montana - My Mother's Hands, On the Road Again about family reunions, Discover Life's Treasur.. more..

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