afternoons and teaspoons
 The Secret (c) Chantal Poulin
You are tangible proof of God's love for me. He must have known how badly I would need a sister ... Faith, loyalty, compassion ... these three I learned from you.
Love, A.
Afternoons and Teaspoons
- for Cecilia who is sometimes called Sophie
Pink cashmere for borrowed affections
soft hands on flowered china teacups
shortcake, strawberries, sunlight
small talk pictured like art.
Frayed skirts
blemished skin
the past and its shadow
the noises in between.
Fruit tea, chamomile,
earl grey, honey and milk
the scent of leaves brewing
a welcome Indian summer
like mother before child
on afternoons at rest.
Thin layers, frosty mornings
the late package
unfolding jumpers, scarves
and one good pair of boots.
The wooden table
an old piano
glass vase, grandfather clock
like things found in the old house
unconsciously bought, moved, placed
the chirality of two pasts.
Folded paper
sepia prints
uncovered bed
the present absence.
Scented candles
white lace curtains
the ballerina in a music box
the open hope chest.
The smell of bread baking
clove, cinnamon, Sundays
women at afternoon tea
spinning wheels, proverbs, life bits
grandmother stories
for the Lladro bride.
Inverted continuum
the point between strangers
an ode to the cat
two fates in a shroud.
Watercolour afternoons
cool breeze and drafted sun
one pink solitaire and one beloved girl.
The variables are moving.
-- Aileen
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