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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Lovely to be within your thoughts here Renee.. Yes even though I have now lived more years away from my home and upbringing, I still class it as home.. and often yearn to be back there…
Thank you for sharing dear Renee.. xx
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Thank you for your kind words as always. Since mother’s death nearly 8yrs ago now things are not the same but it is still home.
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yes, I often pass the house I was brought up in.. and the memories flood in.. xxx but home is also where the heart is.. I wonder if I left just a tiny piece of mine in the Derbyshire Dales.. Lol.. 🙂 Enjoy your week my good friend and take care of YOU xxx ❤
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I too notice changes when I go back home. I’m not that far away from home but Orlando is large and sprawling and much changes all the time there it seems. But yet there are still many places that remain the same and I always marvel at that. I hope all is well and happy with you, Renee. Have a Merry Christmas! xoxo
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