My Search Begins
The house is quiet,
the children have gone
My beard unruffled,
memories grow long
The toys still scattered,
where last they played
Their love now buried,
inside the maze
The house is quiet,
but deep within
Their laughter hides,
—my search begins
(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2016
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