Forsaken Old Cottage
By joyismine
Many a forsaken old cottage Sits off the beaten path, Windows draped over with cobwebs Broken panes lie on the grass. The roof sports dried leaky shingles The floor has spaces and snags, A tattered forgotten old curtain Hangs from a sash in rags. The chimney is long free of embers, No kettle sits on the hearth The shack has long been empty Left to the vermin and dearth. The thing that caught my attention Was memories made long ago When a family inhabited the cabin And maintained life's ebb and flow. The stories abode in the air all around it, Laughter, tears and smiles, I could not grasp and distinguish those of birth, death or flirtatious wiles. But I stood caught up in the moment, Alive with feelings and mood, Almost able to hear them As they floated and taunted en-brood. My child hood entangled among them Memories of my youth came to mind, As I envisioned their lives and their struggles As they pressed on, captured by time. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 02:10 PM PST 0 • 10
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