The Dressing Table

stood chest high to wallnut
lustre.. with my finger traced
swirls of grain
dark like choclate
just as intense smelling..
What treasures hide inside
liberty bodice contraptions
with ribbons and laces.. pot pouri
in tiny woven baskets.. lavender
lemon.. and preserve ginger.
I see my childhood face at seven..
I wished I could turn from
the mirror as I saw my parents
reflection, sleeping behind me,
as if in a dream or memory to
remind of  a happy time,
in the blink of an eye five decades
passed.. and I am looking
as I am now into the glass,.
I'm sad for this vision...
but my heart is lifted.
I hear the melody of granchildren
and feel truly gifted