as I leave my home for the last time
I shall take with me but memories.
our little blue house once filled with
the laughter of children. now silent,
empty only ghosts walk there.. I leave
behind my heart and my love and my tears.
he is gone now and the house is no longer
alive.as I hold him tight within my heart,
everything we once loved rests there too.
passing years have fled
oak trees roots so deep and wide
ghosts now walk my home
that is very melancholic and somber...i felt it deeply
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for reading my poem. Everything seem to be about my life with my late husband. It,s only been four months.
ReplyDeleteMelanie