Your Empty Home Of Memories

I stand alone in your empty room, It all comes back to me, This, is the end of an era, And things will never be, The same again, This empty home, Once shared our lives so fine, And I still hear the voices, Of loved ones, Oh so kind. I walk out to the kitchen, And look towards the sink, I visualise you standing there, In your favourite dress of pink. The old clock, Still rests, Upon the wall, Striking on the hour, I so wish, That you were here, So I could give you flowers. For every part of you is here, In spirit you will stay, We shared fun times together, In this house back in the days. And as I close your front door, For the final and very last time, I'll never forget those wonderful days, In this home so fine. Jayne Louise Davies