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