The house is empty now, <br />And lonely in its abandonment. <br />The family who used to be here, <br />The one who kept the house warm, <br />And lived in and loved, <br />Has gone far, far away. <br /> <br />Death has taken the grandparents, <br />The history keepers, the ones <br />With tales to tell of 'How it used to be, ' <br />And 'When I was young! ' <br />And anger and betrayal took the <br />Husband and the Wife, tearing <br />Then apart, no longer a couple. <br /> <br />And adulthood has moved the children <br />To the distant corners of the world, <br />No longer to be part of the laughter <br />Which kept the house alive and happy. <br />And their children no longer know about <br />The house where love lived, <br /> <br />And Christmas was a time of love and joy, <br />With popcorn and berries strung on a tree <br />Which the family went after all together. <br />Shiny tinsel no longer decorates the tree, <br />Flung there with childish abandon, and glee. <br /> <br />No wreath hangs on the empty doorway, <br />No mistletoe dances in the hallway, <br />Awaiting the loving couple who kissed <br />Underneath its swaying ball, and there are <br />No cookies and milk waiting Santa Claus. <br /> <br />So the house sits, waiting and abandoned, <br />As lonely as only an empty house can be, <br />Windows boarded over, doors locked, <br />Shutters closed, against the time when <br />It hopes someone will return again. <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />December 24,2008<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonely-house/
