The Hearth of the Home

Gone, gone 
There’s no one home

No one,none

I’m all alone.

Empty chair, faded curtains

Blurred vision reflecting even

Blurrier memories.

Still Moment captured in time

After years of noise and laugher

Empty chair, empty hearth

No need to fill the place

Now peace runs through my veins

Like a lullaby in heaven

Rosaleen Crowley 

 

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