In My Grandfather's Workshop
The stairs lead to the basement
And creaked just as they had
During the days leading to his passing
My grandfather loved woodcarving
The blessed mother smiles warmly in the kitchen
Surrounded by a halo of purple rosewood
My father and I filed silently into the old workshop
Where I had half expected all of his tools and works
To have been taken up with him
Body and soul
Every chisel remained unmoved on the great wooden bench
Every nail sat in it's cup - heads bowed in reverence
Time had stopped - all was quiet - all but the whispering furnace
The shepherd was gone - the sheep are lost
Small handwritten valentines were tacked on the wall
A reminder - that the love never left
poem by C.S. Smith
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