A Fine Case of Memories
My presensce is unwanted though I arrive by request,
of one in fearful panic of a tight painful chest
Upon a soft tiny blanket untold years old,
lies a cat of black onyx in silken repose.
A sad faced clown peers down at the dark langour,
as I wonder if sad clowns ever surrender to anger.
My eyes pause upon silver framed memories of youth,
tiny bronze baby shoes join baby's first tooth.
Of all the very fine things in this very fine home,
lie these cherished objects in a case of their own.
A part of loving memories of a life long lived,
a life now ebbing, slowly winding down to its end.
Many countless times over I have been here before,
albeit my shadow has never darkened this door.
For in many fine places are fine houses with faces
Having many loving memories in fine cherished cases.
Though in my work we must try to keep a distance, events occur which leave an indelible imprint upon our very souls. Such was this.
Tu ne cede malis, sed contra audentior ito. - Virgil.
"Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely".
[This message has been edited by Prometheus (edited 07-01-2000).]