Winters Rain Poem by Toby Twigg

I remembered the cold watered house
On that bleak Wintered street
With the stale musty stink
Of unwashed sock and sheet
Dirty dishes left standing
On the table and in the sink
Memories drenched in scent
Of kerosene and coal
Of Christmases without trees
Colored papers or ribbon or bows
Yet there was laughter
and Yes, there was love
Her making toast over-done
and coffee too thin for me
Poverty of wage and things
Suppressed loves passion
and became a gentle mist
Of what could have been
Instead of what is