Where the weeds have overgrown.

Where the weeds have overgrown.

A Poem by Relic 3
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A man goes back to his abandoned childhood home thinking about his sisters.

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Image result for abandoned back porch

Their small bodies sleep in the graveyard floor
though of past years, I can still recall
in a vision from our old home's open back door
their young joyous shouts that shout no more.

In this aged old house where we used to live
where the weeds have overgrown
the swingset's now a rusted thing;
the see-saw's broke and alone.

Our youth, so seems like a made-up dream.
Old photo frames display us three 

Yet sadly - all that's here
is me.

© 2021 Relic 3


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Such a poignant pen Tim. Really touches the heartstrings. Those old photos and memories of our youth can certainly take us on a nostalgia trip. Tomorrow it will be seven years since my younger brother died. Your poem brought him back to me and I thank you for that, plus reflecting on the time I had with my wonderful parents.

Chris

Posted 2 Months Ago


Relic 3

2 Months Ago

I'm glad you liked it, Chris, thanks for reading. :)
I understand this on a personal level. Kinda ripped me apart reading it. I love the imagery in this. Well done.

Posted 6 Months Ago


Relic 3

2 Months Ago

Thanks for your thoughts, S.
An interesting and meaningful piece, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this poem. I hope you keep writing things in the same tone and mood.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Relic 3

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Jinx.
Very cool (: Mystical. Liked it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Relic 3

1 Year Ago

I thank you.
Very mournful poem, I enjoyed it.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Sad. This poem grips at the soul. Well done.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Talk about being able to relate! I, too, am the one left standing and it is sad to look at the old photos and remember. Still, those photos are precious to me as are the memories. We are their legacy. We are the ones who will speak of them and remember. A melancholy reflective write....filled with honest emotion. Lydi**

Posted 2 Years Ago


Relic 3

2 Years Ago

Thank you for reading.
in 4th line did you mean "hear"?
I read it as that.
i relate to his piece...as is true for me. Both gone now, and only me left to carry on.
I think of all those old abodes...the apartment in NY, the house on McKinley in Lockport...
and others...we all lived there once...Life is so different now without them in it.
j.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Relic 3

2 Years Ago

Yes, thanks for pointing that out and thanks for the review.
Profoundly sad.
It is a heavy burden to live long enough to see our cherished loved ones become mere memories.
Work with definite impact, C!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Relic 3

2 Years Ago

Thanks Jimmy.
Another gem. I can say no more. Well done!

Posted 3 Years Ago


Relic 3

3 Years Ago

I thank you.
emipoemi

3 Years Ago

my pleasure.

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