In The Parlor Was A Lamp Poem by Saint Eule

In the parlor was a lamp where my Gram would read,
It had been made from the broken glass of a church.
She sat by her quiet place and would read a book,
It was a unique lamp with a chain to pull for light
and a base made of birch.

She often sat alone with a smile upon her face,
The lamp would disperse the colors upon the wall.
It was years that went by and she had passed away,
When I pulled the chain the light never lit at all.

I replaced the bulb and pulled the chain once more.
Checked it was plugged in and to no avail,
quietly closed the door.

One night -peeking in the parlor and the wall was full of color,
The light shown brightly and no one pulled the chain.
It was about the time that my Gram would start to read,
Had she made a visit to enjoy her quiet place again?