Home becomes a house
I went into the empty house today
The four walls and lifeless furniture
They were once home.
The walls echoed our laughter
The dining table laden with delicious dishes;
The kitchen bubbling with activity
The floor busy with running feet.
Home is not the four walls or the
Beautiful paintings that adorn it;
Or the carpet that was a favorite with mom
Or the table and chairs bought with so much haggling and choosing.
Not even the kitchen and the dainty china tea set
Look inviting now.
All have memories
But those who created the memories are not there
One of the two is no more with us.
And the other so independent, so loving, so strong
Perforce leaves her home to be dependent.
And the home is just a house
Plants watered, her birds looked out for her for some days
And then flew to other places.
This home is just a house now.
20th November 2021
