EMPTY HOUSE FULL OF MEMORIES
I turn the key and step inside
This lonely, empty place.
And yet, I feel her presence here,
If only just a trace.
There are so many memories
Still locked within these walls.
It's as if I hear her footsteps
Coming down the halls.
And, I imagine she's now playing
Melodies she loved so much.
At a golden organ there in heaven
With her own special touch.
For a moment, I'm taken back,
And then my teardrops start.
It's the awful sounds of silence,
Crashing around my broken heart.
Written the winter of 1997,
while settling Mom's estate.
By Mariannajo
© 2008 Mariannajo
(All rights reserved)
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