Memories of linen

Last night, after many years,
I took out the white linen table cloth and spread it on my teak wood table.
Our guests were special
And so I thought
Merited a special table.

With dinner done, I cleared the plates
and found some stains
That spoiled the white.

My pristine, precious table cloth had spots
That had to be scrubbed away.This morning when the sun was up
I soaked the cloth in soapy suds.
I scrubbed and scrubbed and washed
The stains and left the cloth to dry.All day long the table cloth
fluttered in a teasing breeze.
The  blazing sun drew out spots
And by evening it was back to white
With just a hint of blackish marks.

I realized then that memories
Happy and pleasuresome
though well may be,
Leave behind  traces,
Marks and spots
That stain the cloth eternally.

A lot  has changed since this post appeared on this blog 9 years ago. For starters my view has changed . No longer do I have an unrestricted view. Instead my sky is getting crowded with more and more high rises shooting up each day.

I still have the tablecloth and it comes out each time I entertain…. creating more memories for it to remember and me to cherish.

Ciao