The Magnolias Whisper
The son’s fingers
sift
The mother's trinkets
As they wander inside
The vanity
drawer.
“Nothing clinquant can stay,” the
Magnolias whisper.
Powder clouds and
Floats to nothing.
Perfume spills and
Becomes vapor.
Gossamer curtains sag
and
Then dissolve.
The candle’s wax
fuels no more
Flames for the
wayward children.
Only the trees
remain.
26 May 2011
I really like this one. It is so poignant, it reminds me of when I had to go through my mother's things on her dresser. I gave a lot of her costume jewelry to my little niece, Cadence. She loves to wear it around the house, and when I see it on her, I am reminded of Mama, and I can remember each dress that she wore with the beads and clips earrings.
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