Something very special stands

In my room

something very special stands

made of wood

from a foreign land.

It is darkened now

stained with lives gone by

brought from the cold north air

in 1853

to be in warm rooms

with all the family around.

The stories it could tell
of what has gone before

if only it could talk

of the history within.

This sign of its last turn

fleece still sadly hangs

 the remnants of a busy life
 which has now gone by.

From Norway it came

with great grandma Johansen

then grandma, father and now me.

I love this spinning wheel

which proudly stands

now retired no longer any use.

The wheel a constant link

with family before

and family to come.

In my room

something very special stands.