The house awaits

The lonely house stands
awaiting Christmas week
when the family return
the re-union every year.

When new and old kids
will draw on the walls
and some elder ones
step out to play ball.

When the mirrors see
some pretty dresses
and the air smells
of new fragrances

when kitchen is full
of enthusiastic cooks
and each dish is perfect
nothing like spoiled brook

when the house shines
and beams with smiles
till the locks are put,
wait begins for next time.

 

Prompted @ Magpie Tales

Submitted also to One Stop Poetry

17 thoughts on “The house awaits

  1. Ah… so true, Nimue… if houses could really express their thoughts, this is exactly how they would have worded them!!
    Brought back some really fond memories too.. thanks for sharing this one, girlie… Very beautifully portrayed!

  2. Dear Nimue
    Wow, you bring alive the house, the ground and the wall… and even the air and the mirrors on the walls in your words like..
    ‘When the mirrors see
    some pretty dresses
    and the air smells
    of new fragrances’
    So nostalgic and beautiful imagery for me.. I could relate to this so very much…
    thanks for sharing…

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-another-kind-of-valentines-day.html

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