The new house

Tremors
She's searching
for a sweet stern face
in the silence
of the kitchen.

Clock beats one two three
each beat penetrating her heart
She cannot bring her back
from her gloom

The Wind whispers through every crack
in the house they moved to...
yet the home is not real
The girl looks on

A room with a view?
There is no view only roof tops
Of dingy suburbs

Trapped in herself
Trapped in her doubts
Praying yet wondering if her prayer is real
Asking God for forgiveness
yet not hearing his reply

The cage of her life suffocates
the laughing spirit of her childhood

She...the girl pouring a cup of tea
a girl or an old woman all in black?
They sat and drank the steamy cup wondering...
about the life around them
and in seeing its absurdity... they smile
No words necessary...a smile was all they needed
To know.

A dark house they cant get used to
yet one thing is sure
they hold on to each other.
She looks at the stern girl and thinks...
"In this life we will always be sisters you and I"
Thats all that matters and our house is a home.
He is there with us
No matter where we go
His house is the one constant in our lives
when all else crumbles.