Empty Home - Poem By Peter Laursen

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The weather is gloomy
On this spring day
As in my parents house
We pack their things away.

The house is so empty
They had to go away
Looking around
There's no family at play.

The pain is immense
They are no longer here
It's all come out true
My one biggest fear.

It's no longer home
The family has moved on
What becomes of it now
It all seems so wrong.

Great memories will last
Of our family together
Tears, love and laughter
Like birds of a feather.

I stand where we gathered
Their belongings in hand
It's just too damn quiet
Come back, I demand.

I scream and I yell
I pray for their return
The fun times the good times
Come back here, I yearn.

So, I lock the front door
I turn and walk away
My heart is still aching
I hate feeling this way.

I look back at their home
There is more work to do
My brothers will come back
The house we will go through.

Packing many boxes
Fond memories of past
Wondering how
Some of this stuff did last.

Laughter and tears
We have to sit down
Reading a paper clipping
That one of us found.

Time is so cruel
As we all drift apart
Age to an end
For the young ones to start.

The cycle carries on
We're happy then sad
Trying to understand it
Just drives you quite mad.

One thing is for sure
It is certainly true
The next generation
Will experience this pain too.

I wish I could change it
It leaves such a hole
I want to strangle it
I want to take control.

Lock the front door
Walk away from our pain
We will be back tomorrow
To share it all again.

Poetry Written By:

Peter Laursen

Poetry Published By:

Eryn Dunbar


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