In The Garret
The past two weeks have been good. I was re-reading a lot of my old favourite story books. Whilst reading, today I got reminded of the poem ,’In The Garret’ from Good Wives by Louisa M. Alcott. I read it long back, At that time I didn’t know about e-books and such and I wrote it all down in 2004 (7th March 😉 ). Its been ten years since I first read it..
The poem though, I don’t know why but it always had a special place in my heart. Time flies, just like what is written. Just like the little chests dim with dust and worn by time so was my written copy rusted with time.
Read it once. And you can see your childhood flash by. Not everything may match. But some will. Of that I am sure. It always hold a special place in my heart.