The Dusty Shelf

The magnanimous joy that once flowed through this home has decayed,
The haphazard existence of a withering Mother and a deteriorating Father is a dismal writ of somberness;
Gone are the out-of-wind laughter-turned-hiccups,
Left is the rigid and unforgiving command of lonesomeness.

Mother and Father should find strength in each others arms,
In this indeterminate time of sorrow;
But the love and security left with the departure of little feet,
Now the lifeless inhabitants of this house see no positive tomorrow.

The room remains as it was, in the Day of the Reckoning,
There is no reason to enter there, the Mother and the Father tell them self;
The pictures have been put up, in a high, out-of-sight place,
The images of the deceased twins are displayed solely on...the dusty shelf.