Parlour Days Poem by Kelvin Rush

Calm and clean a magical scene
A scent of primrose pink and green
A warm and welcome tidy room
Net laced curtains silver spoon

A fresh baked loaf homemade jam
A buttered scone a slice of spam
A comfy chair a pot of tea
A loving stare from mum to me

A table set for king and queen
Cups and saucers sparkling clean
A tartan cloth with royal bond
A set of coasters a cheerful song

A worn out sideboard full of charm
A chest of drawers in willow dawn
A gramophone that never plays
A rare fruit bowl takes centre stage

Landscape art in a silver frame
A precious gift from an old school flame
A worn out tea towel still in use
A tin of shortbread freshly made juice

Matching lamps light up the room
Woodchip walls a wooden stool
A clash of turquoise blue and gray
A gentle squeeze on a summers day

Four champagne flutes still in the box
A pair of slippers rolled up socks
A sky blue cardie neatly placed
On top of a cushion beside the fire place

A mystery letter from world war two
Hides in the drawer well out of view
Forbidden love for no one's eyes
A cruel vendetta a web of lies

An antique chair in leather and oak
Sits by the window torn and broke
All alone no one goes near
That poor old chair so loving and dear

These precious memories will never fade
My beautiful magical parlour days