Thursday, 30 October 2014

Still Life

The diary lies open and empty

A clock strikes the next hour again

Family photos loose colour and yellow

Raffle tickets bring hope to the pain.

 

One cup stands by the teapot

One plate, one knife and one fork

One pair of boots by the door for the winter

Two red roses tied in a knot.

 

Silent, the doorbell is waiting

for fingers that never come

Dust covers mementos in mourning

the stillness of a life well done.

 

© Sheila Ash, 2014

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