Naught left of turkey except bone,
grandchildren running all around,
Tree is empty all alone,
house filled with a happy sound.
Adults scattered all about
some watching a football game;
with each score some of them will shout
hollering out the mascot's name.
Others remain at the table
catching up on family news
(snacking on food if they're able.)
None share political views.
Outside the sky clears rapidly,
ragged clouds chased by deep blue
while trees shake limbs nakedly.
Cardinals and crows come into view.
In the corner near the sliding door
the old man sits there all alone
thinking of the years before,
rocking chair squeaks a monotone..
Beside him sits a matching chair,
It's empty the occupant now gone.
His life's love used to sit there
before she met that other dawn.
He smiles that he had one more year.
He smiles as his own chair stops its rock.
He smiles with all his loved ones near.
He smiles at the last tick on his clock.
Comments
I felt this one...
As our years pile on, I think about how our own table has emptied. The children all have their own tables and seats to fill. We are down to a foursome, [sometimes five] counting the next-door neighbor, who is alone himself. I miss those days when the house was filled with children and sisters and brothers.
My only criticism, is that you have an ess where you should do without and two missing where you need them.
1] game[s]
2] He smile[s]
~ Gee.
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Hi Gee
Thanks for coming by with your eagle eye
Thank you
I appreciate the comment but I'm all the time revisiting my stuff and will likely revise this one again sometime down the road