Polished gleaming mahogany
Gold patina handles inviting you to open doors to the past
Lingering odor of fluffy golden buttery biscuits mingled with Rose Milk perfume and musty mothballs
Former home to faded calico cotton dresses and floral aprons
and your two weapons: a well-worn Bible and a pearl-handled pistol
Ghostly tufts of quilting cotton left as breadcrumbs leading back to a time now existing only in my memories
The secret door to Narnia I never could find.
©Buffy Hamilton, 2008