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| Copyright Rochell Wisoff-Fields |
Edith had stared
Out her 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 overpowered 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.
Everyone, at one time or another, looks at the empty house and winding road. Sometimes they close the door and start the car. Sometimes the doors and cars remain silent, and sometimes the suitcase goes back in. Have you ever been there? I have.
