Blue over stuffed sofas
surround a braided rug
one of few things familiar
in my childhood home
where my seed was sown
The spinet piano sets still
piled now with books & boxes
I played now silent keys
in my childhood home
where my seed was sown
A framed photo watchful eyes
mother oversees this room
her beauty & youth smiling
a house she made come true
in my childhood home
where my seed was sown
© November 2015
Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
A statue of the Virgin Mary
a reminder of what was
a garden full of roses
flowering bushes, of life
Now sparse of vegetation
of drought and neglect
a few tattered roses, hibiscus
all that is now left
The grass spreads out scraggly
tentacles filling bare ground
around rubber trees, cacti
crows cawing the only sound
Abandoned cobwebs clinging
to legs beneath the table
of which an umbrella covers
once sat by a pool now fable
The gray clouds float high
always threatening rain
a landscape a reminder
of which none has but feign
Sitting quiet a breeze blowing
dogs barking on close by
a hummingbird touches hibiscus
days were kinder & I sigh
© November 2015
Renee Espriu
Every time I visit my home of birth things look a little differently than before…or maybe it is just the details that keep coming through. Whatever the reason California will always be home.
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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