by Jimmy Mach

Cherished memories, so vivid, so lucid…

yet is beyond my grasp

in my attempt to reach out

to hold on to whatever is left

of Chesterfield Commons.

Echoes of a child’s voice

spring from wall to wall

a clapping upon the wooden floor

from little white polished shoes

before the final recital.

A soft tender affectionate touch

beckons for undivided attention

a bone chilling cold slaps awareness

as the clock on the mantle

silently stands still.

Cherished memories, so vivid, so lucid

slowly fades into the past

of a home that once was alive

now is just an old Victorian frame

with a faded welcome sign to Chesterfield Commons.