Lettie Died

Lettie died, the house is empty, No one in the family left. Flowered sheets once used as curtains Faded now by brilliant sunlight Rot and crumble to the floor. Beer and Coke cans thrown at windows, No one seems to care; The lock is broken, all may enter Look! the bed where Lettie died! The front porch sags where Lettie sat Passing all her summer days Diabetic and overweight, Withdrew from life when Mama died. Noisy tots on tricycles Pump their legs to get on by; The house of ghosts, or so says Grandma, Restless souls who cannot sleep.