The Old Spare Bedroom
A museum of mystery
where many a secret did reside
In the dead of winter it seemed colder than outside
The always
pulled shades and always closed door
Was a cool
cave in summer I could never explore
The
furnishings were old from a time I knew not
Walls of
framed relatives who were never forgot
A
gnarled-fingered, hand-sewn quilt from Grandma
Was a bed
covering for our company she never saw
On a solid
cherry dresser was a long-stilled old clock
That seemed
appropriate for a room time had forgot
A
full-length framed mirror was on the wall by the door
That
reminded visitors that where you are now is no more
When Dad
died, I came home amidst tears and the gloom
And I slept
for the first time in that old spare bedroom
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