A Peek in the Window

A Peek in the Window

I had passed this house
At least once each year
And never had my view been as clear
As it was today
With no foliage or weather in my way.
Up to the window I crept
As if inside the owner slept.
The window was fairly tall
And I could peek inside the hall.
A fireplace was intact
And that the room used to be
An inviting place was plain to see.
I could image warm rugs on the floor
A big comfy sofa and maybe more
To hold the family as they gathered
Before the house was empty
and weathered.
But now I back away
From the view I 'm seeing today
As I leave the house I feel a tear
Sliding down my cheek
And feel a loss of something
That makes it hard to speak.
I weep not for myself
But for all of those who know the pain
Of having to leave a place they love
Knowing they won't ever be back again.
Thena

That is such an appropriate poem for this day and age. So many are losing their homes in these rough times. My prayers go out to all of them.