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Beyond
The Ashes
The
old home
place no
longer
stands,
it burned
in '93;
now all
that's
left is
tucked
away
in lasting
memory.
I see the
barn where
Daddy's
mules
were kept
with
loving
care;
down by
the bin
that held
their feed
I see him
standing
there.
In
overalls
and
tattered
hat
he went
about each
chore,
and oh,
it's sad
to know
that he
won't feed
them
anymore.
Around the
kitchen's
old wood
stove
I hear Mom
gaily sing
as busily
she cooked
the meals
befit for
any king.
I see the
love light
in her
eyes
when I was
sick with
flu;
I feel the
gentle
touch of
hands
that knew
just what
to do.
Oh, how I
wish I
could
bring back
the years
that
hurried
past,
but time
and
temporary
things
were never
meant to
last.
But fire
and death
cannot
expunge
the love
that's in
my heart,
and
memories
of
yesteryear
will live
till I
depart.
Copyright
© 1997
Ruth
Gillis
"Beyond
The
Ashes"
received a
First
Place
Award in
the
May 2000
issue of RB'S
Poets'
Viewpoint.
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