All that remains

All that remains of a 1920s house

Are two tall chimneys with their empty fire places

Smokeless, empty and grey

Like cold, long winter faces

And they look across the empty grass

No doors, no carpet, no stucco pealing,

No curtains to cover long gone window glass.

No tender hearts, no love, no saying,

No sound of sweet laughter

No little children playing.

The roof is gone and the garden too

And the red brick chimneys reach into the blue

As though they beckon to heaven above;

The last distant echoes of a house that had love.


Image source: Sarah Nicholls



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