(Son's POV)
In this wretchedly empty house
Silence is my only companion
Along with fond memories
that cradled my childhood
I dream of their sweet smile
which would brighten the dullest of days
but in their absence
the brightness faded away
I brave the storm
only to see their proud faces
I face the devil
only to live with the angel
(Family's POV)
The house is devoid of warmth
His voice no longer heard
He has flown out in search of his dream
out of his nest, like a young excited bird
Sitting at this emptiness
Reminiscing at the memories we made
The empty room remains fresh
with the smell of the past
There'll be a day, when he'll emerge
like the bird he flew to conquer the world
And I'll be here to say :
"I am proud of you son"
YOU ARE READING
My Heart in Ink
PoésieCreated with fond memories of the heart Is how I perceive and embrace art Read through your soul, not only your eyes and experience yourself fly through the skies
