Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Remnants


Thursday, Mom will leave here and return home, to her empty condo, loneliness.  She is scared and nervous, yet feels Daddy is calling her home.  I awoke this morning with the first lines of the poem...this is for Mom.



emptiness
where you once were
remnants of our
life
your easy chair
the lonely bed
we loved as man and
wife
i wander now
through every room
touching this and
that
your laughing pig
your hearing aids
your favorite coat and
hat
all i have are
memories
these walls don't feel like
home
scattered pieces
everywhere
your're gone and I'm
alone

Copyright © Kristina M. Hooper, 03/08/2011



2 comments:

  1. Very good I personally like it and think it holds alot of feeling

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