Monday, January 23, 2012

No one Lives There Anymore


she baked cookies every tuesday
the children's faces beamed as they ran off the bus
straight to her front door
::
chocolate chip
peanut butter
and
sugar ~ colored with sprinkles
all heaped high on a plate
a pitcher of milk close by
waiting
::
her eyes twinkled
her soft smile
unnoticed 
as she watched them devour 
her creations
 ::
tuesdays
were special
the day her husband's loving touch
came to an end
 and silence walked in and replaced it
::
the neighborhood children
seemed to help
their smiles and laughter
warmed her heart
::
the house is now empty
but the love still exists 
for those who knew her



until next time,