An Old House

An Old House

An old weathered run down house with many rooms.

Black and white photos tossed about here and there,

Stillness looms in all the rooms,

And halls with their photos too.

One lone occupant lingers longingly lonely.

She sees the rooms in color only,

And she also sees what went on,

What’s buried beneath the lawn,

What hung in all the closets,

What and where the china sets,

And perhaps even why nobody ever comes home Anymore.

No knuckles wrap upon the door.

But, she does not know why,

The bulldozer runs just outside,

Nor why they see in black and white,

While hers are eyes of perfect sight.

 j. Charles Dill

Copyright © 2009 J. Charles Dill