It’s grand on the outside, dark and silent within
Large windows, blank
Hanging frames everywhere with laughing faces
Couches are bare
Joy is frozen on the walls
Who dares to laugh here?
A place of shattered dreams, loss, and grief
All who enter tiptoe through. Taking care not to disturb the grieving.
For it is forever etched on faces and on this shell that was once a home.
Time passes. The lines grow deeper. The silence thickens. Steps slow.
Then, there is a little girl. She does not know that this is the saddest place, a place where one mustn’t smile with their eyes at all.
Her coat is red, her curls are soft. And when she laughs, it is a sprinkling of stars.
It seems so wrong.
Eyes are twinkling at this bright spot of color.
And she doesn’t know it, does she? But she’s just planted seeds of life
With a little bit of delay.
But what a beautiful poem Dvora.
And very welcome to this great platform, with very inspiring people.
A great platform with inspiring people indeed. Thank you, Ineke!
Resonating Dvora! Thank you for sharing your pen here and welcome! Beautiful!
Thank you, Paula! I appreciate your taking the time to read and comment.
Dvora, This is heartfelt. Strong Ink with a touch of tenderness and healing
Thank you, Larry. An attempt to capture a moment.
I loved this poem. I could feel the words! Bravo!
That means a lot to me. Thank you, Joanna!