The Forgotten Room
In the basement of the old house
where we’d lived for many years,
I found a secret door
to a room I’d never seen before.
Several life-sized dolls were “living” there
seated at a candlelit table
for who knows how long,
like a silent family, entombed.
They stared above bare plates and silverware.
The light flickered on their faces.
As if they’d long expected me,
they stared at me, but never moved.
This was my welcome to the forgotten room.
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