The music is over <br />No guests to fill these rooms <br />The hired help long gone <br />Intruding silence looms <br /> <br />Long widowed by her husband <br />She's used to being alone <br />Grandchildren now grown <br />Seldom visit her home <br /> <br />Patiently her flowers wait <br />Shrubs and vegetables beckon <br />Unable to stand up straight <br />Tired old bones stricken <br /> <br />In God her Faith remains <br />and so too will she <br />Stay in her weathered house <br />Down by the sea... <br /> <br /> <br />*I wrote this in 1995 a few years before my dearly departed Nana left her home, but only for a brief time.<br /><br />Anna Kelly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/empty-rooms/
