Surrounded by creaky
chairs of teak and ebony
Windows that bring
warm sunlight
Cream filled curtains
bunched up by the side
The walled grand
father clock ticking faithfully
Dusty and faded!
Spread across the smooth marbled floor
Stretching across generations
I am the turquoise Persian rug !
From the busy souk in
the balkan konya
To a colorful yet lifeless mall of Europe
And now to this love filled home across the globe
Oh What a wonderful
journey it has been!
Over me !
Little girls once played
Their mothers too
And their grand daughters as well !
Toys, walking sticks and coffins
I have seen them all !
People and Foot steps
Keep coming and going
No stains are left behind
Yet the Love and
warmth this home provides
Will forever be the same !
