The old maple wood of your antique armoire
cases in a glorious dining set.
Hiding away are those painted tea cups
who share the story of this town with each other.
Oh, yes and those orange sail boats are there too,
back then, they were once red
floating freely by the cool inks of cattails,
but now dead and lifeless,
those funny plants rest on plates.
So odd, how elegant your dishware is
with pictures stenciled on,
trying to tell tales of how everything once was.
Honestly though, I think the kettle
has something stuck in its spout,
maybe a cobweb of sorts,
because if your fine china could speak
it would surely say,
in a soft, quite tongue
not unlike your own,
"The days worth remembering
Are those days when one could sit
And watch the water ripple"
(what do you think of the line breaks?)
