The Empty House
-Linda Lee Lyberg
The darkened house sits all alone
Across the quiet street
No longer anyone to call it home
As it waits in utter defeat.
I hope someone will come along
And fill it again with mirth
A family, for it needs to belong
To know its true worth.
A house filled with love and laughter
And the smell of baking bread
An abode that will ever after
Be the one where one lays their head.
Until that time, I’m on vigil duty
Here in my humble writing room
Waiting for one to discover its beauty
And help this home again to bloom.
Linda Lee Lyberg