Timber Lane

Where did you come from? How were you chosen? My Grandma Elvyn and Papa Frank had you in their home. In their most intimate rooms. Bought to fill their perfectly crafted space. But I saved you from the dust and darkness. Do you wonder where they went? Why you stayed silent for years. No use. No need. Disregarded until I rescued you and plugged you in. Night after night I call upon you. When I need inspiration. When I work late. When I unwind. Delicate and simple. You sat bedside to my Papa through the end of his days. Steady and unwavering in your determination to do your duty. You did not let the sadness and burden of time stop you from shedding light. Death and tragedy and time do not hold you back. You will shine on through my days, witness to all that I make it through and ultimately my end.