It creaks a thousand stories,
do you hear them?
What do you relish in the musty reminiscence?
The pair of a lost earring
is still looking for its twin,
pieces of trinkets and baubles are all clinking.
The letters that were written once,
held such a deep meaning.
The envelopes still linger
that known fragrance.
Do you recognize it?
It`s whose presence?
The old books have many tales
but the rose kept in it tells mine.
It keeps many secrets entwined,
My cupboard has a lot of recipes,
my grandma apprised to me,
the secret ingredients,
of all the family culinary,
my mom`s special oil potion,
for long and healthy hair,
which keeps my mane
intact with care,
Would have shared more
if I had the time,
this is mine.
What story does your cupboard creaks?
– by SIMI
