The sitting area, massive—
A remodeled ballroom
Type of arrangement
, draped in golds & velvet Reds
like a rich person
king and queen wannabe
cosplay kind of scene.
Seated in the middle of this room
a water fountain stood
in the center left of it.
Cupid or an Angel
on a pedestal in the middle of flowing water.
In this silence, the water fountain
drowned out the silence &
replacing it with a vigorous rain-like sound.
Potted plants scattered about the room
reminiscent of an outside garden,
My own plot of Eden
between these four walls;
somewhat protective
like trying to contain this beauty
so, it doesn't escape—
So, it can be preserved.
These walls that often held
a woman, her peace, the Holy Spirit
altogether & intact
by themselves;
a family outside of the one
others can see,
but in this instance
held that woman—
a great grandmother
of family & wisdom
something she holds plenty of
with no bounds
seated alongside
one of her oldest
great granddaughters &
Every ounce of her weighted spirit,
a young woman whose voice at the time
sounded more like a chirp
subtle almost as if it mustn't
be heard or chirped at all.
This room,
a massive ballroom used to be,
now a journal in time
something that can't be revisited
physically, not only in the realm of thought
salt stains that the naked eye wouldn't have thought to spot
still rest there almost 15 years later.
I grew up there, just in the span of a 500 word message
From The one & The only
to me — through this woman,
a great grandmother
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