Somebody Lived Here Poem by James W. Spain

A death certificate and
sepia toned photographs too,

all that remains of a life
that once touched me and you.

The house is closed up now
cold on this winter morn,

a brief visit with those who have passed,
still brings warmth to my heart though torn.

Soldiers from the first war
and unsmiling groups still adorn,

the faded wallpaper in the living room,
each evening until morn.

The memories in the old house,
are many and still very kind,

Though it is sad to now think,
they will only live on in my mind…