Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Leaving Grandma's House

I walked the same path I had always walked,
but the flowers and the bushes were changed
The birds had stopped singing, the woods became dark,
and my memory a tiger untamed
I came to that spot where tomorrow began,
but the gates to its entry were closed
The path veering inward where remembrance escaped
—to wander both free and alone

(St. David’s Pennsylvania: December, 2021)

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Debra L Brown December 16, 2021 at 1:30 PM This is so sad, couple years ago I visted the house where my grandmother lived before she passed. I felt the same way. Nicely written. Debra Kurt Philip Behm December 17, 2021 at 5:57 PM So sorry for your loss. Thanks for reading and the Merriest of Christmases. Kurt