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Jam Sandwiches

Her slippers shuffle along
The carpet, with swirls of faded bronze. 
Wrinkled hands worn by casino youth, waltz 
Through the smell of hot leather,
Balancing china cups and saucers.
With eyes that sing the marble green
Of the Empress staircase, her face is the ghost
Of a lost love.

And I, with tiny toes that cannot yet tap
On the ballroom floor below, 
Eat jam sandwiches
On my Grandmother's couch.

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Eva Elizabeth

Fri 24th Nov 2017 17:36

Thank you for the lovely comments ?

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Laura Taylor

Thu 5th Oct 2017 09:55

Beautiful and evocative Eva.

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raypool

Tue 3rd Oct 2017 21:23

I like this Eva, as it brings to mind faded glory and I love "her face is the ghost of a lost love." Very effective line.
The ballroom is a great image in which to set the romantic past.

Ray

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