Day 14: 14th April, 14th poem
Not being able to create a philosophical thought today I will just ponder on the quiet after the busy dance of the last week, which has been enormously enjoyable, albeit a little tiring.
Since You Left
House lonely - silence loud.
The shower - constant hum of running water,
Now stands quiet
The baby -early morning cries - a call to live.
Teenage girls spraying perfume- feint hints still in air,
Talking - echoes of their laughter
Timeless ghosts embedded in walls.
Toddler - wandering, following,
Constant questions.
Table bursting , bubbling with chatter.
Singing boys and girls at kitchen sink- never ending dishes to clean.
Every room, every space full,
Fridge tightly packed.
Empty now - all vast , all hollow.
Lonely house-loud silence.
Photo of grandparents and great grandparents, with Ryan (Dad) Lucy (Mum) and of course, the star of the show, Baby Rose.
Now today, we sit in the garden.The grass, green,the birds singing for us, the sun shining on us. I think I'd rather the grass patchy, the birds drowned out by the voices of grandchildren playing and even not so much sun. Now that's saying something for me.
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