Stopped on the street
A pause to remain
Lost in the thoughts
Of the door up ahead
Lift up the latch
And push open the gate
Notice the trees in the yard
And each flower in the bed
The kitchen is bare
No more meals to be made
No more cakes in the oven
Or the smell of fresh bread
One last drink at the table
The heart of the home
Where comfort was found
And generations were fed
Cupboards are emptied
Of all that they held
Old tattered love letters
Are once again read
Down to the cellar
Where monsters once lived
To scare all the grandkids
And fill them with dread
Up the stairs to the bedroom
They creak and they groan
The carpet is worn
Where others have tread
Smiles light up faces
As photos are pulled
From the rusty cake tin
Found under the bed
The wardrobe is open
Clothes hung up with care
The moth-eaten shawl
Striped blue, green and red
The rooms are all clear
But the last to be packed
Are the pots and the plants
Left in the rickety shed
A lifetime and more
All held in one home
The love will live on
But no more words will be said
A house that is empty
The door closed behind
We have bid our good-byes
All the tears have been shed.
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