The Visit..

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Looking through the door
of the old abandoned house
I felt a sadness around me.
The house was dying
giving in to time
spent empty….
for many years
the old walls
heard many things…
& doors opened
thousands of times
to family and friends..
it was home.
it brought shelter..
the sadness
could not be hidden.
her doors are gone
her windows
have no glass…
soon only pictures
and memories
will linger….
my visits
are more
important to her
than to me….
 

picture and poem by connetta

~ by connetta on October 13, 2007.

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