The memories left behind often haunt us.
Marshall got the house;
he bought his ex-wife’s share.
But now he’s sorry he did;
he sees her spirit everywhere.
Lonely Lois down the street
deals with empty nest syndrome.
Her son’s childhood treasures
remind her he’s grown and gone.
But her problem is nothing
compared with Robert down the block.
His child has a move-away mom,
and she moved away their tot.
Though his girl’s artwork
still hangs on the ‘frigerator door,
she lives too far away
to see her as much as he did before.
Eugene at the corner market
saw an old man come in the shop
and was reminded by his movements
of his long-departed pop.
It brought a happy memory,
from the sweet by-and-by.
Nonetheless, it was the kind
that brought a teardrop to his eye.
The elderly gentleman eyed an item;
the bottom shelf had a toy.
And he was reminded of his grandson
when he was just a boy.
The grandchild now is 25
but his youthful image remains
in the faded and folded crevasses
of the old man’s aged brains.
There are others I could talk about,
but I don’t want to bring you down.
You may even know some residents
that live in this ghost town.
Previously published on HeraldDeomcrat.com