Her antique brush
Lays silent on the vanity
Silver winding through white
In an intricate maze
Lincoln’s copper disk
Sits alone on the roll-top desk,
Retired from the morning toss
On the tight blue bed sheets
The oak rocking chair,
a lonely wooden statue
And at the foot of the bed,
The cedar hope chest rests,
empty.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Her antique brush
Lays silent on the vanity
Silver winding through white
In an intricate maze
Lincoln’s copper disk
Sits alone on the roll-top desk,
Retired from the morning toss
On the tight blue bed sheets
The oak rocking chair,
a lonely wooden statue
And at the foot of the bed,
The cedar hope chest rests,
empty.