Evicted Poem by C H Sund

Son and daughter, I am gone.
My body no longer cared
to house my soul.
Tired, needing rest,
I was evicted,
lease expired.
It’s alright to be sad now,
but please be glad, too.
For now I can be many things.
Like…
the sunflower posing,
or willow dancing,
the water lapping,
or a cool breeze,
and the special glow
of a warm sunset.
So many things…
to remind you,
remind you of
our special times…
together.
Evicted? Scoff at that!
Freed from a shell,
a shell, eroded.
I soar now. Feel me,
feel me near,
always.