Empty Home / Poem by Debra Sasak Ross

Poem by Debra Sasak Ross

 

Empty Home

This house is empty.
Does not feel like a home.
No conversation.
No laughter.
Just an empty shell
Of what it once was.
If the walls could talk,
They would scream.
Laughter,
Family reunions.
BarBQues
And sparklers.
Children and grandchildren
Visiting.
Now not nary a call
A visit,
A text,
Or even a phone call.
No more games.
No more puzzles.
No more hugs.
No more cuddles.
No more laughter.
No more joy.
No more anything.
This is an empty home.

Debra Sasak Ross © 02/28/2019 ALL Rights Reserved

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