It's been covered <br />by that christmas tablecloth <br />for years. <br />You remember... <br />the one with the large poinsettia pattern <br />directly in the middle, <br />with the cranberry stains decorating <br />sporadic spots along the border. <br /> <br />I almost forgot it was here. <br />I always hoped somehow a magic trick <br />would be performed while I was away <br />and it would disappear before I returned. <br /> <br />The years have passed for me <br />yet as I do the unceremonious unveiling <br />time seems to spiral backwards until <br />I'm sitting on the floor <br />drowning in a flood of memories. <br /> <br />Yet, <br />no more tears come. <br />Time to clean house. <br />No more tablecloths to cover the pain. <br />No more boxes to tuck away <br />the memories that are better off forgotten. <br />No more excuses for not visiting this place. <br />No more. <br /> <br />This space is clean now <br />and will remain that way. <br />Clear of the cobwebs and dust <br />that have been clouding my vision <br />for too many years. <br />The heavy velvet curtains give a groan <br />(or is it a cheer?) <br />as they're thrown open. <br />Finally, the sun can shine through <br />and the warmth can be felt <br />by a heart that was unsure it deserved <br />to feel the warmth of the sun. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Thank you Michael, for making me feel worthy of the sun's warmth.<br /><br />Mary Nagy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-clean-house-for-michael-shepherd-2/
