I always thought
The house would stay standing.
Its walls and roof intact.
No retraced steps to the door
No baggage left behind.
By and by much time has past
with a sign for sale out front
the place lives ghostly empty,
No one here to mourn its loss.
Perhaps the fates would say it is fitting
that each single log of this not home
Went up in flames that night.
And in the first light of early morn
The smouldering embers died,
withstanding, as a testament
No rebuilding has happened here.
About the Creator
Author Anita Dotts
The author of Retribution. When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys crafting stories for her grandchildren and exploring her love of poetry. She spends her free time kayaking, swimming, and golfing in Harrison Hot Springs, BC.
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