Alone At Home Poem by Andrew Dabar
Alone At Home
He arrives home. The house is empty. But not really. Someone is there.
Dinner is on the stove, bubbling and boiling. Silver is placed upon the table, clinging and clanging. His wife turns to him, smiling. His children run to him, laughing. The family dog bounds to him, barking.
Translucent images haunt every room. Not all ghosts are bad.
____________
Andrew Dabar
Share this:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
8/12/2026 9:15:32 AM # rel_20260811T123139Z_a98d49b
