beside the vacant garage

an old row boat

its ship-lap boards silver and warped with age

lay among  weeds overgrown many years now


 yellow bushes beside the front walk

cascade and spill onto the empty mailbox

and newspaper tube

beneath the thorns a rusty pair of sheers

corrode rust red blending with the earth


they did their best

to raise a daughter who succeeds

at raising three daughters of her own

and now the yard is silent

the house empty and peaceful

and everything has succeeded

beyond their wildest dreams.

1 Comment

  1. awwwwwh !
    nice poem
    Thanks for softening the day during this time of turmoil.

    — Ruthie

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