Like traveling through time,Caro Mio takes me back,
Flawless design captures our yesterday.
Ladies who lunch,
Sip sweetly Champagne while laughing at their play.
Maturity in years does not fade the little girls in hearts remembering better days.
This place keeps them young,
Keeps them running in the playground of their minds.
Waitress in black and white brings what is desired.
Youth is not on the menu today,
But is no longer needed or wanted,
After gifts of wisdom in years have been received.
Lights suspended in ornate splendor,
Fixed to ceiling of white pressed ornamental delight.
No time machine needed here,
Soft music filters the air just audible to ear,
Almost as if slipping through a crack in time.
A bakelite wireless softly playing Alma’s Tune,
Listen, Listen, to sweet melody.
Pray that those from yesterday don’t turn it off just yet.
Big bands in the sky recall the fun they had.
Art deco grand delight, my dear, my dear,
Please keep us here.
Caro Mio in time, Caro Mio in love, forever.
Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 28/08/08, 12pm.
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