The roaring blender
The fresh vegetables
A nice dessert
Sweet and sour
All were ready to pour
It was a long conversation
Ticking clock
I looked at the papers
Signed and silent
All done
I am done
Small quiet room
Fridge in the corner
Goodbye to an old dishwasher
At 9 o' clock on Friday night
The snow was rushing down
a kiss goodnight
a whisper as I closed the window,
"I'll remember this for the last time"
***
17/05/2020
Hell yes, absolutely Po! Thanks for your time to read my poem.
Sun 17th May 2020 12:56
The feeling of emptiness even in a home filled to the brim with family and loved ones is a feeling I have felt often, there's a sad but soothing melancholy here, its beautiful
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Deb
Sun 17th May 2020 14:17
Thank you so much MortimerBlooming!