By Kiley Kitta
She was a pretty lady, says the jewelry on her polished wood dresser in her wallpapered room; a woman of taste too, say the pink walls in the bathroom; and a faithful, modest woman, says the stack of Bibles and devotions by her green floral chair, building each week; but not a woman of simplicity say the decorations, angels and picture frames on a television stand.
A man once lived there too, says the bed with navy and white covers untouched on the right side, and they were in love says the picture frame on the nightstand. Passion was abundant, say the anniversary gifts and diamond rings closed in the drawer, and he worked hard, says the uniform hung on the door. It was happy here, whispers the love in the air.
But he was gone, says the quietness of the home. The mess on the dining room table says they haven't sat together; the flowers in the glass vase beg for water. But the love? It was still there like a guardian angel watching over, a feeling of constant protection still, remaining faith. She will see him again soon, they say.
Kiley Kitta is a 15 year old high school sophomore from Troy High School, Troy, Ohio. The poem was written in memory of her great-grandparents, Arlene and Dick Durham.
