The Empty Room

POSTED IN Stories November 28, 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Empty Room

 

I stood silently watching the room

it was my last time there.

My eyes in sadness mirrored the gloom

that was too hard to bear.

 

With heavy heart I swallowed my tears

while I was held and kissed.

I knew that after all those years

I’ll miss and I’ll be missed.

 

An empty room was quizzing me:

“How much do you remember?”

I saw myself through memory

until this last November.

 

How many children did I raise?

How many minds I’ve lightened?

I was a teacher all my days

and I was never burdened.

 

I loved them all in many ways,

I taught them to be honest,

to be themselves and run life’s maze,

to be kind, good and modest.

 

I taught them life in other land,

and other country’s language,

I gave them hidden in their hand

the key to wisest courage.

 

One day the Wind wrote me a leaf

that told: “You know it’s time!”

I took my books, I hid my grief,

and followed the Wind chime.

 

 

28.11.2014

Lanzarote

Maria Magdalena Biela