Image: Yves
It was sheer pleasure so often
To enter this room, the one on the right
You enter through the plush doors
Turn right and enter a sunny and welcoming place.
I see you still sitting as you do
Day in, day out,
Awaiting time to call your number
To say to you ‘Its time Kate
This is your last day,
The sun will shine tomorrow
But you will enter the realms of memory.’
So often we lounged on the cane chairs
The ones you had pulled up to the window
To make the most of the light
The sun, the birds singing
The flowers that grew with enthusiasm
Under your guiding hand.
I miss you in this space
Your calm, your generosity
Your kindness to a small boy
Seeking knowledge,
Learning from your experience.
Your room is now gone,
I looked the other day
The windows are modernised
The wooden shutters permanently shut,
The lounges long moved on.
A boy sleeps in there now
He has no knowledge of the joy
That once permeated the walls
The delight I took in taking in your stories
All gone now, soaked into the well of my memory.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/writing-prompt-115-saint-lawrence-river/
Morpethroad 
A beautiful telling of memory and time gone by.
Thank you so much, yes days gone by and people since gone.
How beautiful this and how moving. I love how you tied it with the image the sunlight, the guiding hand. Excellent work!
Thank you Yves. I like the idea of exploring rooms in our lives.
Really amazing depiction, setting of the scene and scenarios – the characters – all so deftly crafted and woven into this wonderful – happy and sad piece. Absolutely a delight to read – there is an after taste that lingers – bittersweet in the mind. 😀
Thank you so much MJ, appreciate you stopping by.
Overwhelmingly beautiful and moving.
Thank you Dell.
Hope the new blog is going well for you.
We’ll see, it’s only the 2nd day–and last night I was totally frustrated with the changes to the Reader. Why does WP have to fix what’s not broken???