Poems Of Long Ago And Going Home After Many Years
Poetry by Kentucky Blue

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Going Home

I stare at the remains of the house
charred reminders of years gone
wondering why I came back
to a lifetime of memories reduced to black.

Caught by the sun in a tangle of grass
almost hidden...an old piece of glass
a burst of tears as I discover
fragments of a dish that belonged to my mother.

Years on years of wondering
loss of loves I've known
brings me back to this moment
to a place I once called home.

Time the cruelest element
has destroyed all the past I've known
for here there's no resemblance
to my beautiful childhood home.

I'll leave this place with no backward look
I'll just fill pages of a family book
with stories and memories of how life was then
'cause I know I'll never return again.

Another Time-Another Place

Pieces of old rope...still hang from the oak
though many long years have passed
windows are shattered...dreams got scattered
in a house where love once lived.
Nighttime falls...a whip-poor-will calls
another answers far away
the moon comes out from behind a cloud
the end of another lonely day.
Years ago in this old house
a happy family lived
now all are gone...it stands alone
silenced forever on this cold windswept hill.
Just before dawn...in a soft muffled tone
a baby begins to cry
a tiny spirit someone forgot
in a grave so lonely and still.
No more love...no kisses...no hugs
no more lunch pails to fill
just memories of the past
and the ghosts that dwell
in a house where love once lived.

The Old Photograph

Someone sent an old picture to me
must have been taken around 1823
colored in tones of that day and time
the picture I was looking at
could have been mine.
I stand here wondering who she might be
this strange dressed lady that looks back at me
I look at her hair...get caught up in her eyes
I somehow can tell they're blue as the sky
a feeling comes over me that I can't describe
I feel I have lived as her in another life
brought back to this day to live as another
it's then I realize she is my third great-grandmother.
I'm so amazed how she reminds me of me
it would be nice if only she could see
just how much I look like her
although it's been 200 years.