Fore Closure Poem by John F. McCullagh
Fore Closure
I stand before the wrack of it;
The home where I first learned to read.
The humble house of all our hopes.
Our refuge in our hour of need.
Surrounded by a plywood fence,
she lies in splinters on the ground.
The debris field of my yesterdays
is spread about me all around.
I find a piece of painted wood
with our house numbers nailed upon.
I rescue it for Closure's sake
One last look, then I am gone.
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4/25/2024 7:21:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The emotions are palpable in this very nice poem. Excellent.