Guest Poem Written by a resident in her nineties. Her wry humor and deft ability to express
the commonplace in uncommon terms might remind one of Emily Dickenson.
When The Gardens was in the process of being renovated and refurbished,
the older lace curtains needed to be replaced. Here is her tribute to those curtains.
Ascension to Witness
The famous lace curtains at Gardens are gone.
They left without fanfare, speeches or song.
Perhaps they were taken by winds from the sea
To a higher plane for their delicacy.
I like to think that by day or by night
If I look at the sky, I will see them in flight.
O those Queen Anne lace curtains were one of a kind.
Gone with the wind but remain in the mind.
Although they are gone somehow they’re still here.
What is it about them that makes them so dear?
It must be the lessons they teach about grace
And a heavenly Father expressed in old lace.
O those Queen Anne lace curtains are one of a kind.
Gone with the wind, but remaining in Mind.
