Oh, my sweet dear, look at these exquisite curtains!
Oh no, am I expressing too much emotion?
It’s just that I simply cannot contain my excitement over these divine curtains!
I have never beheld such tangible beauty.
Their hues of blue could make any dull, ill-lit room dazzle.
Its pulpy velvet is nearly too great for a touch to bear!
Why my dear, we must have them imported at once.
They shall hang handsomely in the drawing room.
Oh no, not that drawing room.
The drawing room next to the child’s sleeping quarters.
Yes, yes.
Oh, how lovely!
[My mother died while birthing me.
My daughter died aged three.
My first husband left me.
But what does it matter?
I have no more hopes left to shatter.
I paint my life with a thin layer of gold. Yes, I will do this til I am past old.]
Poetry With Maggie 