PASSING BY
There is a curve in the road
Where their house stood by
It swelled up with children
Bubbles of sisters
Outburst of brothers
Scattered bikes
Rubber boots and overshoes
Home baked bread
An occasional pie
A pot bellied stove that kept everyone warm
Today the roof has caved in
A tattered curtain waves hello and goodbye
Echoes of sparrows
Replace the laughter.
A lonely old place
With memories scattered
Holding nothing but the long lost love warmth of a family.
The curve in the road
Hugs the old house
Inviting strangers to stare.
EDITH KANE