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ABANDONED
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sister3of4 Junior Member
since 2003-04-11
Posts 16Northumberland, England |
I sit alone and wait for Your footfall at the gate, The scrape of match and tinder As you stoop to light the grate. My very being yearns to feel The touch of your work worn hand, To hear your tuneless singing As you tend your scrap of land. The plot you tended daily Is swamped by nettle and straw, Moss grows over pathways And grass springs round the door. The paint is chipped and flaking And the windows dull with grime, The no longer glint in sunlight As they did in happier times. The latch declines to jangle As I bid you welcome home, I loiter in the silence Forgotten and alone. The lamps remain unlighted The ash cold in the hearth, As darkeness gathers round me Abandoned in the garth. Many long cold years I've lingered Lost in the woodland glade, Watching for your return To the home you made. I sit in pensive musing On memories of the past, When I hear the tread of footsteps You've come home to me at last. A child enters slowly, Pauses at the door, Then calls over his shoulder, 'Mother who lived here before?' |
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QjQ Member Elite
since 2003-04-18
Posts 3756U.S.A. |
great feelings expressed It matters not how you answer, It matters only that i hear you. |
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