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Created on: June 09, 2008 Last Updated: November 29, 2011
Reflections
A Poem for Maw Maw
I sit in this chair,
Watching reflections with care,
A single lamp is all I see,
Watching as the darkness creeps,
The movements in the windowpane,
I watch with wonder, so amazed,
For nothing's really there at all,
Just memories displayed bright and tall...
First, a family at a very full table,
Laughing hysterically and clearly able
To pass the hours with untold stories,
All merely tales of former glories.
I smile absentmindedly,
As I recognize this family,
For it is MINE at my Maw Maw's house,
My favorite place to be.
Second, the same family playing games,
All the more laughter and smiling faces,
Competition unbearably high,
Yet the tension never gets TOO tight.
Lastly, this family overwhelmed with joy,
At the visit of a small girl and boy,
Once again laughter fills the air,
Late summer nights without a care.
All these scenes within the window,
Reflected in the late evening's shadow,
A treasure worth more than silver or gold,
A treasure that's never left untold,
For this treasure is simply...love,
And these reflections a reminder of,
The time a family spent with each other,
These times worth more than any other.
Love and joy and peace and laughter...
All reflections from the evening's shadow.
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