Depths of my soul

In the deepest depth of soul
When I am left alone,
An image rises up,
A picture carved in stone.
I see the red brick house,
Its windows like two eyes.
The door is left ajar
Nearby a white cat lies.
I see the children play
Their marbles stand in line.
I see their fathers come
But I never see mine.
What evil did I do
To drive him into night?
I am too small to ask,
And do not have the right.
Oh,will he come again,
Like Jesus will they say?
I want to see him now
And never to go away.
I stand always aside,
And watch and look and learn.
I cannot be a part,
Much as my sad heart yearns.
Oh,I long to have him back.
I long to see his face.
No-one else can ever fill
This painful empty space

About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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