The week after the funeral the house was cleared
Memories taken to the auctioneers to be sold off,
The polished sideboard and dining room table,
The picture frames now empty of smiling faces.
Treasures collected and stored over fifty years.
Memories now fading, scattered to the four winds.
Only ghosts remain.
Now the house is empty and a for sale sign hangs
From the bedroom window as the cold winters chill
Blows freely through the house into empty rooms
Once full of laughter. The scratches on the bottom
Of the door where the dog would scratch. One day new
Memories will fill the house but until then the house
Now the house is empty and a for sale sign hangs From the bedroom window as the cold winters chill Blows freely through the house into empty rooms Once full of laughter life and death and the aftermath. tony
A heart-rending piece of poetry, so sad and quite touching. Great rendition nicely put together.
Very touching and resonate with me. Thanks for sharing.
A write that may only be fictional really hits home to me and I am sure to many. I have lost 3 family members. You have penned this into reality.
Good imagery sir but I can't help but feel like there's more to add
I love this poem. It touched my core deeply Bravo!
Excellent poem, it contains a deepest sadness, most touchingly worded, David.
As fictional as it may be, it's full of empathy.
Silence echoes just the way memories keep coming back to tug our hearts. Very touchy poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Resonates with memories -- totally resonated with me. This is good writing. Top marks and putting this on my favorites list