Memories From The Heart
Poetry Inspired by My Blogging Buddy Geetha. Please Check out her most excellent blog for more poetry gems and jewels.
Fleeting memories as the sewing box plays, “Let Me Call You Sweetheart.” Little I was and Little did I know that she would return to her beloved sweetheart husband in a future that played out too soon.
Opening my Grandma Eva’s Musical sewing box and seeing her all over and again. Returning to her apartment in Harlem. An apt that was huge to the 5 year old me. Hearing Grandma give a lighthearted scolding to her son, my Dad. Memories of a Great Day in Harlem with Grandma.
Each Memory is like a reflection captured within a diamond. Precious. One glance returning you to a pleasant past event repeatedly Looped in Luxury.