Archives Honor--By Mary A. Couch--United States--Originally Published--August 16, 2015

Silhouette of Life

Your silhouette resides amid the field,

bleak skeleton remains of a home now lost.

Red brick rubble, once full of life that yield,

tears and laughter in days of sun and frost.

You stood beneath a scraggly old oak tree

whose branches harbored squirrels and tiny tots.

They climbed and swung upon its limbs so free,

but now like you, forlorn, it slowly rots.

Of brick and mortar, you were born one day,

enclosed by heather and golden flowers.

Naught but a shattered memory today,

an empty-eyed abode that’s lost it powers.

In life you were a home of joy for all,

you’ve gone, and what remains is one brick wall.

Mary A. Couch resides in Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems, Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been published in a variety of venues.