Forgotten

Forgotten In musty box so neatly placed and kept In ribbon’s golden wrap I soundly slept Hidden there, forgotten by the host Unnoticed in the dust by man or ghost Now someone has discovered and unlocks The secret contents of the hidden box Unveiling pages written long ago Bound carefully with shiny golden bow A granddaughter’s young curiosity Allowed the sunlight’s warmth to fall on me Now worn with age in golden ribbon’s wrap She places me with care upon her lap Then opens with a gentle loving hand The bow tied with a shiny golden band And tenderly unfolds the weathered page Now marked by tears and browned by spots of age I am a lyric verse, a treasured gem Unveiling love unknown to all of them For not one soul til now had ever guessed Her heart with so much love had been possessed A poetess had lived her life and died Without disclosing love so long denied She was a gentle woman, full of grace Her sonnet now within a girl’s embrace I am the verse that never was bestowed To one who lives nearby, just down the road A sonnet resonating like a bird A meadow lark left caged and never heard She folded me into a pocket deep A place to warmly hold and safely keep Until the twilight hour when from her heart A buried treasure she would then impart She knocked upon the old man’s kitchen door A friend to whom she often came before He looked at her in silence, somewhat pail As though he knew his love had been unveiled So telling was the face, so young and pure A friend to whom he opened wide the door She placed me, folded, gently in his hand Unclothed of bow and ribbon’s golden band My song so long unsung would now be heard He wept and read aloud each precious word Embracing then the messenger, he said If not for you, I’d never would have read This lovely sonnet meant to tell me of Your grandmother’s hidden lifelong love She was in truth the only love for me It seems that love was not our destiny I know you have your Grandma’s wondrous skill Of opening your heart with ink and quill I beg you now don’t ever seek to hide A lovely sonnet harbored deep inside No matter what the circumstance or age Let sunshine fall upon your written page He held me, his sweet sonnet, to his heart And said from these dear words, I’ll never part Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 10:52 PM PST   0 • 8