Anna Pearl's Basement

Remembering my Grandmother and the adventure I had as a child in her basement.

Anna Pearl’s Basement
By Sherone Taylor, Anna Pearl’s Grand-daughter

A childhood adventure, my sisters and I
Would embark, as we all recall
Into the small basement, in search of treasures
Three little girls would crawl.

One section was bright, lit by the sun
Through a window, warm beams were cast
Herein was found every beautiful thing
A young woman’s treasures of past.

Under the stair was a tiny wood door,
Mysterious treasures beyond.
Here lay the golf clubs, books and tools
Things of which Grandpa was fond.

In the back of the basement, away from the light
In a space we feared a great deal
Jars of home canned fruit and vegetables hid
Ingredients of our next meal.

The basement is cleaned out, the little girls grown
Grandma and Grandpa have passed.
Memories of childhood adventures
To the back of our minds have been cast.

Once in while, a sight, smell or taste
Perhaps a found object of art
Bring memories of Anna Pearl’s basement
Back into the face of our hearts.

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Copyright by AnnaPearlsAttic,LLC unpublished works 2016

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Written By Sherone Taylor

Reviews

[Brighid an Lasair]

This is beautiful. Memorial pieces tend to dwell on the why's of someone's passing, you did a great job of avoiding that and remembering the fond memories. Terrific job pulling the reader into the scene also; I could clearly picture the basement with the small door and canned foods tucked away in a dark corner. Great read :)

[wordman]

i can recall memories of my grandmothers and one had a basement like yours

[My Fair Lady]

This is lovely, the wonder of being a child and seeing through a child's eyes. Love it.