Best Poems Written by Eileen Chilvers

Comfort Food

The house waits, alert, as I turn the key,
“I'm here, I'm home, it's only me” I call.
The house is strangely quiet now,
it greets me with a lukewarm sigh                    
The house that once created warmth within
waits expectantly for children's laughter.
But only echoes  of the  past remain,
as it waits for my daughter to come in.


I enter, defiantly, with my shopping
Drop my bags on the kitchen floor.
Now to find a proper place for everything;
frozen foood in freezer, in the frig, a big meringue.


The doorbell rings, in walks my son
bringing fish and chips with salt and vinegar on.

Copyright © Eileen Chilvers | Year Posted 2017