ornaments

looking around my room i see ornaments this inspired me

oh buddha sitting cross legged there

are your eyes open or awash

in tear

oh teddies with your skirts and vest

are you a childhood whim i neatly guessed

oh lady with your porcelain face

your skirt so swirly of  painted lace

oh puppy that resembles mine

you will stay with me until the end of time

oh vases painted purple blue and black

you sit so proud upon that flat

oh candles in your unburnt glory

ill lite you tonight and smell your story

oh doilies that i crocheted there

many hours of work i toiled there

oh cut glasses of diamond shapes

ill drink with you tonight in wine I taste

oh lantern that guides me there

in days of old they used you there

paintings on the wall some are mine

some my mothers she painted i do find

photo frames of guilded silver and of wooden care

my family sits and lies beneath you there

they stare

oh what is a house a room without these i see

just a frame

a wooden box

of concrete carpet walls and roof

but one day ill pack these ornaments away

and to you ill give

to look at some other day

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[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

was sitting in my lounge looking around trying to find a subject i saw my ornaments wrote of these one by one
silly i know