PAINTED LADIES

Bedraggled and empty,
her worn gables sagging
like an old woman’s wig,
askew and tatty.

Behind a scarred oak door
a dull wooden staircase,
marred wainscoting,
wallpaper stained and torn.

Oh, but the memories
that sing through her halls
telling of family history
full of laughter and joy.

Now restored, rainbow hues
dabbed on lintel, column,
dormer, cornice, pediment
and wraparound porch.

Oak door burnished to a shine,
beveled glass winking with light,
floors polished and golden,
the lady comes to life.

History begins anew
in the painted lady,
Victorian character and charm
dancing with memories made.

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