What Time Left Behind
A Four family house, all white with a trim of red;
stain glassed windows and steps of concrete stone.
A house no longer a home is now a picture frame
where memories still live
and now it stands there alone.
The scent of nana’s cooking still lingers/an aroma
I can smell from all those Sunday’s past where we
use to all gather just to inhale the natural perfume of her soul.
I still see her in that kitchen feeding our appetites
and nourishing our hearts with love.
Now I smile as I hear that childhood laughter/the way
we played on the open streets of innocence
with no fear threatening the air we breathed.
I remember before times got wild how fulfilling it was
just being a child and growing with so much strength
surrounding me; a strength that still holds the foundation
to a home that will always house
the values of family and support.
Decades have now passed as growth has brought change
And loss but pieces of our hearts forever beat
in empty hallways with long lasting echoes of warmth
comfort and care.
A four family house, old, abandoned and condemned
now stands there alone. I still see pieces of my youth
sliding down the banister; pieces of family survival
still bonding in strength and rising with love. It is empty now
and no longer maintained but there will always
remnants of what time left behind.
©2011 Tarringo T Vaughan