Empty rooms and silence
(rooms) Once filled with childhood dreams, laughter, sleepovers, study
time and the occasional tear from a broken heart. Now just empty beds,
old dressers and random pieces of once worn clothes. The book shelves
are packed with oft read bedtime stories, random pictures and boxes of
forgotten toys.
The stars on the ceiling
that barely glow, the "Disney Fairy" decal on the wall are but forgotten
decorations. Color choices from the mind of a child are all that
remains.
Now only memories of moments long since past.
The
dining room that once busseled with morning breakfasts and family
dinner conversations remains silent. Chair legs no longer dragging the
floor when being pulled back, no scraping of forks or spoons across
dinner plates. Faint echoes of random discussions of school activities
and lessons, band, boys and toys and daily adventures have long since
passed. After the kids left the table was rarely used, meals
were eaten while sitting in the living room on the couch or chair in
front of television. Conversations lack...
Time, people change but life still moves on. I now knock on the door before entering
The Fence
Built in a weekend and constructed of wood, screws, latches and locks. In my mind it was a boundary, to protect inside that which was most dear. A barrier to keep out all that was unwelcome.
For years it stood guard over the play structure, the trampoline and finally the pool. But, in the end it failed...first the cat, then the dog, eventually even my children were able to leave. Now only rusted bikes reside. The wind blows, the grass gets mowed, emptiness exists and silence prevails
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