This poem was written right after a short visit by my grandkids.
Leavings
The house seems silent.
The dog sleeps comfortably on the floor,
Recovering
They were here for moments
Less than a day
The joyous storm has passed
Signs of their passing remain
Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head still enthroned
At the kitchen table
Cymbals stacked in the hallway
Riley provided the sound for the storm
The Cat emerges from hiding
Sleeps now next to toys
Left scattered on the sofa
Laurie’s apple toy
Rolled to a corner for rest
Leavings,
They have departed
Leaving their love
To warm our hearts
The Passing Storm
The best remains
copyright 2009 Bill “uglicoyote” Davis
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This page will be where I publish my poetry that does not fall into the “biker” categpory.