Ambience Of The Past Ii Poem by Ginny Alloway Baker

I love to create a lovely place
adorned with essence of old,
to feel the beauty of elegant grace
and stories of lives untold.

Like capturing a moment of long ago
in the ambience of the antique
a feeling of what I used to know
memories vague with mystique.

Hand tatted coverlets of dainty ladies
in old fashioned bonnets and gowns,
hang now as curtains for their display
holding a place of renown.

Lamps that glow pink from cut glass globe
shimmer as they light the way,
of crystal and china and dolls that are old.
An ancestors portraits parade.

Relics to some that don’t matter at all
but to me they are valued possessions,
giving me strength as I see and recall
the loving ones that first possessed them.