Grandma

My grandma passed away last Sunday (Sept. 27th). We featured the poem below in her funeral. She loved to write.

Old Houses
by Peggy (Marguerite) Loftus

Old houses lean into sunset
Faded women before magic vanities
Fingers from Heaven heal weathered wounds
Brush rosy balm on sallow roofs
Trace smoky chimney tops with wisps of gold
Highlight in silver pencil the porch rails
Posts warped, eaves gilded, run ruler straight
Flaws flow and meld
Faceless windows, palettes of frenzied colour, wink and glow
Blinded in self-radiance.

While old homes preen
Night steals and seals the spell
Until dawn’s cold light
Mirrors the truth.