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TREASURED STILL

I found them in that special drawer
reserved for most precious things,
miniature canvases of paper and silk,
folded and woven
with love and with care,
white-linen and pleated stories
unfolding one by one.

And as I opened up the fans,
and read each treasured word
I marveled once again
at the pictures first seen
as a child when I had found them
in the attic along with other things.

On that day as a child long ago,
on one of those days
that seemed to last forever,
a winter day so frigid and cold,
the icicles in the window
almost blocking my view
as I crept up the stairs
to the attic on that
cold and gray winter’s afternoon.
And I found the boxes packed away
in a far corner out of sight
and opened them very carefully,
still amazed to this day
by what I found.

There were postcards
from the South of France
and letters neatly tucked away,
bound with special ribbons and lace;
there were linen handkerchiefs,
woven with special care,
their slightly perfumed scent,
still drifting through the air.
And there were three fans,
so special in their box,
treasures that delight me still,
on this summer day as I dream
how on an afternoon so very long ago,
these fans were unfolded,
on a summer afternoon
when the air was so still,
no breezes flowing,
no movement in the leaves.
And I smile and put the fans away
in the special place I keep them
and reserved for those special things.

(c) barbara kausteklis 6-17-11

Written for Drips of Ink
“Blast From the Past/Hand Fans.”

http://www.myspace.com/drips_of_ink/blog/543287904

Thanks always  for your precious comments.

~barb~