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
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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