No one to Remember.
A frosty morning, a bright winter’s day
A ray of sunlight down a dusty hallway
Shining through cobwebs, cracked windows and doors
Casting shadows and shapes on the old wooden floors
The old house is now hollow and empty
Once there was life and laughter apenty
Where family once gathered to eat and pray
Now only peeling walls and slow decay
Ghosts and memories now linger here
Kitchen table, a broken chair
Tattered curtains, faded and frayed
Time has abandoned and betrayed.
And there among the damp and must
An old clock, now covered in dust
Smeared with layers of dirt and grime
Caught in a frozen moment in time
Dust swirls and dances in the morning light
A sprinkling of stardust, sparkling and bright
Or are they the spirits of those who once lived in this place
Echoes of the past, another time, another space
Once a home, now just a hollow shell
Oh what stories these walls could tell
Whispers echo down through the years
Memories of laughter, sadness and tears.
Daylight glints through opaque window panes
Where once was laughter, now silence reigns
An old mirror hangs on the wall
Evening shadows creep down the hall
As daylight slowly fades away
The ghosts of yesteryear come out to play
Their faded photographs in battered old frames
But there is no one left, to remember their names.
C Denis Murphy 24 November 2017.