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.