A beauty, if the light is right The passing of time hasn’t been unkind to her, though she looks a bit tired and shopworn. Buried in my basement, away from public view, resides a lamp that is the ugliest of ugly. Even though she may be covered with any matter of discarded items, she peeps out at you wanting attention. She lived well in a time of Art Deco, and might have even been called handsome in her day. She is all that is left of a matching set, a couple, a Barbie and Ken in brief tropical attire. In happier days, she and her mate gazed into a warm living room. I never thought of her being out of place then, but I was only a child and she seemed exotic. Oh, pity her now. Her world is dark, dusty and damp. I pass by her several times a day, occasionally concerned about her safety. Even though her existence may be bleak, the memory of her in her heyday conjures up pleasant memories for me. If the light is just right, the years drop away and she is transformed into beauty once again, if only for a few fleeting moments. Hurleen Maffett, Asheboro | Randolph EMC |
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