My Five Senses

Come into the empty house An unlocked door invites See everything is in order But there's grayness despite No meal bubbling on the range No aroma of baking bread Absent sounds, blue loneliness Hollow, empty, silent dread Then mother lost her good job She's at home every day Yellow sunshine greets us Orange and red fire invites to stay We would sit down to eat Big bites of homemade bread Smooth brown gravy in abundance Love and warmth lingers instead Happy laughter fills our ears Warm, soft, salty bread our mouth The sight of both parents there Fills the spirit's long drouth drouth__Old Scottish dialect for drouth I am not sure if this is what you wanted but I felt it might be ... Stanza 1---sight, temperature, pain Stanza 2---sound, scent(smell), and feelings Stanza 3---feelings, vision, and touch Stanza 4---taste Stanza 5---sound, touch, sight, taste Written: August 10, 2018