Nursing Home Forgotten

The silver trinkets, like tears snaking slowly through the air

Clinking knowingly on the forlorn porch,

like the stories an old widow has to tell

They are together, but only to the eye

For in spirit, they are floating in days past by

And the sorrow lies not in the what is,

               But the what could have been

Under a caring eye, day and night

               They might have been all right

But here they sit on the forlorn porch,

               The remnants of their time
~ Soumya
This poem was published in the Summer 2014 publication of Creative Communication

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