Echoing Memories

Antique, old things,
Whispers of the past;
Fashioned by true craftsmen,
So they will last and last.

Oak sheen, lacy things,
Wonderful old glass;
Evident pride and workmanship
In ever cut and cast.

I wander, through these lovely things,
while memories crowd my mind...
They are the treasures, of a lifetime,
That my family left behind.

Each loved one still is with me.
For, the memories never cease;
Of those dear, departed loved ones
Who rest in blissful total peace.

© Chris T. Johnson
MILLINGTONAMERIC@aol.com