Grandfather’s Workshop

Photo shared by Rob Hanson, photographer

Windows are opaque and cloudy,

they match the world outside today.

Here to clean and inventory;

I share their mood, so dark and gray.

Decades worth of junk and clutter

fill this old and dusty shed--

shelves stuffed full of things collected;

phones still hang there, long since dead.

Up against the dirty window

sits a long forgotten bill;

what was once an oft-used number

is scratched down on the windowsill.

Several wrinkled, well-worn postcards

decorate the rough-hewn walls…

All the places never gone to--

work was where his duty called.

If I listen, still can hear him…

perhaps it’s just a bird outside.

Wish somehow that phone could reach him,

and I could say one last goodbye.

© Copyright Ginny Brannan June 2011

My take on the photo image provided by Rob Hanson at One Stop Poetry.

Shared at Thursday Poet's Rally #46 6/16 - 6/22/2011

From the inside-out,

the inner poet escapes

needing to express

Humbly accepting the Perfect Poet Award Week #47, for my entry Week #46!

Nominating Martin at KalahariBlues blogspot for Week #47