The rusty hinges of the door creak a melancholia of emptiness
abandoned, a veiled gossamer of neglect envelopes it.
Ambivalent emotions embrace me in nostalgia,
I close my eyes, inhale the smattering scents of yesteryears
fragments of my childhood, resplendent with love and laughter fill me.
Fun filled times with playmates in the cart
wheel across the courtyard, echoing merriment,
driving through the narrow alleys, the many outings in the old car were so cherished
the ambrosial culinary delights from mom’s kitchen permeated my senses.
Itinerant lifestyle, kept me away for good,
night, seemed too dark for the family in waiting.
The once familiar surroundings, today seem distant
walls of my home, do not recognize me anymore.
The people have all gone, only memories linger on…
Eugi’s weekly prompt : Smattering