The Empty Room Poem by JoAnn McGrath

The Empty Room


One turn of the handle and you enter in
To a long forgotten world within
Dusted mementos of the past
Presenting a stark contrast

There was once life within this room
Now a cold and empty tomb
A picture of the one hangs on the wall
Begging eyes say it all

A watchful keeper of once finer things
She hangs there by her wired string
Surveying all that once was right
Ever present day and night

She sees what she has left behind
She'd like to have the time to rewind
Back to where the dried rose lived
A single symbol of her love to give


14 June 2007