Things Are Different Now

It seemed so strange,

To drive by her house today,

Uncle Frank working out in the yard,

But she wasn’t there,

And wouldn’t be anymore,

The signs,

Still hung on the door,

The Old Chrysler,

Still parked out front,

And the old porch swing,

Frankie and I spent,

So much time as kids on,

Was still there,

But not Nonna,

No more stopping in and sharing

Pitchers of Lemonade on warm Summer days,

Or watching the day turn to night,

No more sitting side by side,

Watching the Grand Ole Opry,

on Saturday nights,

And freshly baked biscotti’s

At Christmastime,

No more talks,

And advise,

No more smiles and hugs,

Things are different now,

But somehow we are given,

The strength to get through….

Copyright Michelle R Kidwell

Nov.13.03

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