OUT OF SIGHT

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

She attends
The church service
In memory of
The dead
Even though
Her husband
Cruelly taken
So long an empty bed.

The children
Now grown
Babies of
Their own
The mortgage paid
Money in 
The bank
But her heart is cold.

She works
Though doesnt need to
It gets her
Out the house
Were all her dreams
Are in a closet
Packed away
Out of sight.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A strong image is created in this poem leaving a sense of coldness. Well done



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