Posted by celebrant Evelyn Temple
THE HOUSE IS NOT THE SAME SINCE YOU LEFT
BY HENRY NORMAL
The house is not the same since you left
The cooker is angry – it blames me
The TV tries desperately to stay busy
But occasionally I catch it staring out of the window
The washing-up’s feeling sorry for itself again
It just sits there saying “What’s the point, what’s the point?
The curtains count the days
Nothing in the house will talk to me
I think your armchair’s dead
The kettle tried to comfort me at first
But you know what its attention span is like
I’ve not told the plants yet
They think you’re still on holiday
The bathroom misses you
I hardly see it these days
It still can’t believe you didn’t take it with you
The bedroom won’t even look at me
Since you left it, it keeps its eyes closed
All it wants to do is sleep
Remembering better times
Trying to lose itself in dreams
It seems like it’s taken the easy way out
But at night
I hear the pillows weeping into the sheets.
Evelyn – love it!
Thanks, Evelyn, another one for the collection!
thank you it was wonderful to look at death in that way, i keep on reading it to find other items that miss him, as they were most definitely his and still sulk that he is not using them and just wont work for me
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what a wonderful way to look, at it
It’s often in the night that the silence speaks loudest…
This is grief indeed.
OH! How so true and so meaningful. Anyone know where I can get a copy, please?
Me again. This is a wonderful way to say how much I miss him and hurt so much. THANK YOU.
We heard a few minutes of you on Radio 4 tonight and were transfixed by your perception of life and wit.
Thank you for cheering and challenging us all in a few seconds.
Juliet Hemingray
This has , in these words,just totally and completely summed up exactly how I’m feeling just totally and completely I’m actually quite stunned. Thankyou.