Rooms empty one by one
Possessions make new homes
piece by piece
Emotions quiver my voice tone

Every touch every smell
Tells a different moment
For she who cherished
Her home

I touch the walls
I feel her laugh
I feel her sharp refrain
I feel her sisters bicker
I feel the sound of hymns sung
I feel her beating heart
Coursing from finger tip
To tear flows

I see a Christmas tree
Grand children's stockings
Celebrated decorations
Lighted windows

I hear telephone calls
Always in the am of birth
Her pen scratch
As she wrote another card

It is her last message
A last card she cannot write
A last laugh I alone hear
A last salty phrase
A last loving hug I feel

My hand releases
Her house walls
I walk to the door
Heart a tremble
Whispering my last reply

12/08/2012

Author's Note: We have emptied my mother in law's house. At times I can feel her there still.

Posted on 12/08/2012
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