Broken Spirit


Broken Spirit
Bare, but for the dust and mold
Warmth has given way to cold
All laughter gone, no voices sing
No door to knock on, bell to ring
Silence fills each passing day
I wonder where my people stay
I long for footsteps, breath and dreams
The salty tears, the happy screams
Oh, how the children stomped on me
And oh, the pleasure of turned key
Now all is gone, I stand alone
I’m but a house, no more a home
copyright 2007 Rhonda Lee Broken Spirit
Bare, but for the dust and mold
Warmth has given way to cold
All laughter gone, no voices sing
No door to knock on, bell to ring
Silence fills each passing day
I wonder where my people stay
I long for footsteps, breath and dreams
The salty tears, the happy screams
Oh, how the children stomped on me
And oh, the pleasure of turned key
Now all is gone, I stand alone
I’m but a house, no more a home
copyright 2007 Rhonda Lee Richoux

My mother's house, after Katrina

 

 

Bare, but for the dust and mold

Warmth has given way to cold

All laughter gone, no voices sing

No door to knock on, bell to ring

 

Silence fills each passing day

I wonder where my people stay

I long for footsteps, breath and dreams

The salty tears, the happy screams

 

Oh, how the children stomped on me

And oh, the pleasure of turned key

Now all is gone, I stand alone

I'm but a house, no more a home

 

copyright 2007 Rhonda Lee Richoux

1 Comment

  1. Rhonda Lee Richoux said,

    November 22, 2009 at 3:17 pm

    I had to repost this one, because it disappeared! It’s one of my favorites…HAD to repost!


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