Sunday, April 27, 2014

The Last Library in the Last Brownstone, by Rob Sullivan


Quaint wood paneling
Harkens back to times, simpler
And to the point

Family extended and unfurled
Like a great heron
Making her nest home

Aunts and grandchildren
Taking flights of fancy
Through musty pages and beyond

Sacred moments sharing stories
Visited the first, second
And hundredth time round

House full of comedy, tragedy,
Drama, and the gentle, long
Silences of reading space shared

Brownstone known as safe haven
To family, friends, neighbors
Kindred and kin

Bustling holidays brimming
Get-togethers going on
Wayfarers welcomed and cherished

Time, energy, sacrifice and love
Abundant, grateful, elastic
As loaves and fishes

This was and is still
A sanctuary for all those
Near and far

With a rhyme to weave
A song to sing
Or a story to tell