What makes me believe

What makes me believe

There is more

Than imagination

Holding my attention

Drawing my gaze

To the music box

You said belonged

To your grandma

When she was a girl

It has been with us

So long

An objet d'art

Now finds a home

Atop the Chinese cabinet

We bought on a whim

It seemed such a bargain

Displaced in a modern

Furniture store

Marked down in price

Stuck in a corner

Next to the fire door

As it did not suit

The demographic,

Favouring corner suites

Lazy boys

And mirrored glass dressing tables

For the boudoir

Always

My favourite piece

It has pride of place

In the bedroom

With cherished

Photographs taken

When we were young

With most of our lives

Still before us

So much of the past

Resides in this room

As if nothing has changed

When it has

I close my eyes

Imagine you are here

And for one precious moment

You are.