The sunray on doorsteps
His shadow fell on the crumbling
the dark shape did not show a face,
longing for memories of the beloved,
the house once filled with people and with love.
The sunray on doorsteps followed
him into the room. The stream of light showed
the dust. He pulled the window curtains wide
and saw him in the mirror, multiplied.
The oak tree looked slim under the
with the golden leaves that danced in the air,
flowing with the wind and turning counterclockwise.
The broken handle rake stood lonely by.
He turned around, the family picture
hanging on the wall, looking to the future,
to bring the memories back to his mind.
He swept, tears were running down for awhile.
The house, the soul, the love and the
he will make this place a sweet home to be.