Empty Room
Yesterday blurred
into day, is fading
into tomorrow
Go to work
every morning
Come home
each evening
Wash and fold
laundry done
Suds and rinse
dishes cleaned
Spritz and wipe
dusting complete
Rumbling journey
floors vacuumed
Keep busy
Don’t think
about the journey
down the hall
past that room
now empty
except for
the silent crib
© 2009 (LisaB) Lisa G. Beaudoin
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