Dust Filled and Windswept 1-9-16

Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust Sitting like an old ghost, smothered in rust Its humming sounds of stitches long gone In a quiet pause, time spent looked upon Cobwebs draped and shadows languish about Each dust covered step through lost rooms speak out The evening's hour has a date with the past To light a candle, as long as it last The years of war seemed like only yesterday To come back angry so I stayed away To look through the door where my parents wept To find it empty, dust filled and windswept Yesterday was then and now it will hide Emotional debris caused life to divide To return to a house barren and stark The candle sputters, spent, and all was dark 4/14.18 contest One Nine and Sixteen