It stands like a life–breathing, beckoning
with a spirit that grew straight on earthy ground.
It listened in joy to voices of home.
It knows loneliness from memories it feels–
Sheltering through calm and storm.
Holds on, Longing to understand, to tell you a
It cries with eyes watching,wondering
looking out through windows now unadorned.
It reaches, it now waits, for family to warm.
James V Nicosia