poem- leaving the keys for the new owners

Filed under: poem,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:51 am
Tags: assonance, change, consonance, grief, loss, metaphor, poem, poetry

The house echoes.

Drapes she made hang on the windows,

the last pieces of her here,

except

the lingering scent of bread baked

months ago, as

her last messages of appreciation,

her last independent acts.

Jim Stewart Says:
October 15, 2020 at 11:31 am
Houses have hearts and personalities, given from bygone inhabitants.

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  October 15, 2020 at 11:41 am
  It’s an odd little house. I hope the new folks are happy there.
  
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Prior... Says:
October 15, 2020 at 11:58 am
So good – and hope the new owners like it and hope you like the new place

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  October 15, 2020 at 5:00 pm
  We’re still in our place.
  
  It’s my parents’ home that has sold, following my mom’s death in June. My poor husband has been doing lawn work over there for 5 years. What will he do with himself with only one yard to deal with? lol
  
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  - Prior... Says:
    October 15, 2020 at 5:31 pm
    Oh sorry for your loss- and wow – big changes for everyone but especially not having to do the lawn over there – 🌸🌸🌸
Lesley Says:
October 15, 2020 at 3:26 pm
It’s hard letting go, but you will always have your memories.

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