The sky was bright blue, and the autumn sun
bathed the land and trees in golden glow.
I looked out and thought it would be fun
To get out and have a leisurely, slow
walk across the park, to climb the gentle hill,
leaving worries, sorrows behind at home;
‘be good to have my lazy lungs to fill
with fresh air… It was good to have a roam.
The air was clean. It felt like yesteryears,
when home meant children and a loving spouse,
when the house was filled with laughter and cheers…
Refreshed I turned; hurried towards our house…
Opened the door. – “Darling I’m home!” – I said…
…No one … just an empty house n’ empty bed…
© P J Oszmann (2010)
© Illustration: Digital photo enhanced in Photoshop