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| Copyright Rochell Wisoff-Fields |
Edith had stared
Out this window
For nearly 50 years.
Edith had watched
Weather changes,
Children playing,
Family picnics.
Today, fields
Were silent.
Her house was silent.
Edith herself was silent.
Last mourners had closed the door.
The parlor was over-powered with
The scent of roses and carnations.
The table held remnants of
Sandwiches and pie.
Edith did what she always did:
She cleaned up.
Now she stood at the kitchen window.
What
to do? What to do, now?
Edith carried her suitcases
To the car,
Locked the house.
And left.
To where?
She did not know.
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Change is hard, loss so much harder. Well written!
ReplyDeleteChange of any type is difficult. Edith lost half her self. Now?
DeleteI hope she finds comfort and peace where-ever she goes.
ReplyDeleteA direction. That is what Edith has to discover.
DeleteWhen everything you've held on to is gone, it's time for a major change.
ReplyDeleteIt is time. Time always presents itself.
DeleteTime to hit the road and see where she ends up
ReplyDeletePut the car in drive, and head out.
DeleteSo sad.
ReplyDeleteFifty years spent at that window.
DeleteSadness and uncertainty hang heavily in the air...
ReplyDeleteIt does hang heavily.
DeleteSo sad, Edith left alone and now the house is also alone.
ReplyDeleteNo one considers the silence of the house.
DeleteSo sad. We all will have to face that sooner or later.
ReplyDeleteYou have penned it very well.
Rather later, I hope.
DeleteI am wondering if Edith, for all those years, was dreaming of of a time when she could get past that window and move on.
ReplyDeleteExcellent insight. That was my thought as well. What would I do?
DeleteHopefully Edith will find her new self where she decides to travel. And then be happy to return home... or not return home when she's done. :)
ReplyDeleteThat is my thought, also. She needs some time to mourn away from the house and those memories. Edith will return with a new perspective.
DeleteTime is so precious, Merry Christmas Susan.
ReplyDeleteTime runs faster the older we become. My 11 yr. old gr-daughter told me that just recently.
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