O lonely house by which I stand!
Chilling rain mingles with heartbroken tears.
Stabbed by death's cruel mocking hand
As time unfurls her once dazzling years.

Windows staring, dark empty eyes
Bygone days radiated amber glow.
Time rushes, and yesterday dies
From yearning grasp fades years of long ago.

Tiny feet patter on worn stairs
As ghosts of half forgotten tabbies play,
Oblivious to the world's cares'
Now mouldering in sodden beds of clay.

Sunlight once shimmered ev'ry pane
Casting forth her radiant honeyed rays
Where muffled drum beats winter rain
Echoing forever lost yesterdays.

Rooms with rosy-hued lamplight glowed
Wherein people talked and sang all banished
Golden laughter rang, voices flowed
In cold files of time suddenly vanished.
Life's fragile vase broken.
Kind words die unspoken.


*~Hilda~