Our House
Empty halls
staircase silent
without a painting or portrait
To enliven the solitary walls
A house without occupant
Voices not heard
Gables and pointed peaks
not welcome for any lonesome bird
It was built from long ago hands
Several generation before
Antiquated WELCOME ALL YE sign
posted on the century door
Somehow,
during the present age
It became unoccupied(or devoid of)
The absence of conversation
A Milieu,filled with family and welcomers
Laughter of the little children
Mother
Father
who have left this house(or aboad)
A sad reminder of Yesterday that is gone
Everything is silent around
The plaster and cement
Not a Memory(or a house member)to befound
Once surrounded with pride and hope
Momentos of treasures that emcompassed a spectrum scope
The house asks herself this:
WHERE ARE THE FAMILY THAT PLAYED ALONG WITH ME-
-LIVING AS ONE THROUGHOUT SPRING'S ETERNITY?
Patiently quiet and somber through the day
A last echo outstretched,
quickly fading away
This standing foundation
A once lived-in urban dwelling
breathes no more
No one is around any longer
to hear
feel
Embrace the briefest air
which,sad to say..
has evaporated today
Every now and then
I drive down to Boston suburbia
and gaze every so often
at my birth place now at rest
OUR HOUSE
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