After my husband died, I made a few changes around the house. I loved my home, and though my income was now slashed in half, I wanted to stay in my old cottage by the sea.
I painted my bedroom and with settlement money received from the wrongful death lawsuit, made some renovations. The kitchen and bathrooms got makeovers, and my bedroom got a huge walk-in closet and a washer and dryer moved from the basement next to my room.
The improvements increased the value of the house, but it was different.
The kids had moved out, and Mike was gone. My dream home had changed, and it was time for a new chapter.
Reminiscing about my old house on this cold and windy afternoon, I thought I’d give poetry writing a try.
The Bedroom Window
Roughly, rocking sailboats
Winter waves crashing along the shore
seagulls soaring
and an eagle passes by.
Warm comforter over my thighs
my soft feather pillow behind my back
cool sheets
and a hairy puppy snores.
Wind bangs
and whistles past my windows,
the silence
of an empty house.
Fresh paint smell
lingers
as I sip my bedside water
alone.
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8 Comments
Can’t see your Like button.. but read it and liked it…
Thank you so much. I’ll check that out.
Beautiful poem! It really captures so much feeling and the backstory you opened with. Thank you for sharing your experience.
Thank you so much for your kind words. I think a poem has such a great way of getting a message with emotion across.
Your poem paints a vivid picture, a glimpse of your life now, and a moment of reflection. It was beautiful.
You are so kind. Thanks for reading and your lovely comment.
Thanks for sharing your poem. You really bring your readers with from your window and your heart.
Thank you for reading and your comment. So much appreciated ❤️