The Road Home

Stove burners blue flame

Dangerous heat

Warming frigid trembling hands

Radiator cold

Rent control all he can afford

Children absent and estranged

He’s invisible in this world

Old friends to the old man gone

Passed before his time

Rotary telephone shows its age

Symbiotically keeping pace

Silent and out-of-date

Thoughts of youth flutter

Flashbacks in his fragmenting mind

Remembrances of companions

Lost loves

And a wife

Still 20 to him,

After a lonely decade adrift

Living because he won’t die

He longs to sleep forever

But it is not God’s will

Not his time

Shuffling to the stove

He warms his trembling hands

To wait for meals-on-wheels

Or the Lord to take him home

 

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

 

Forgotten

Little one,

You never asked to be brought into this world.

~~

Cold and cruel,

Born on the wrong side of the tracks.

~~

A mother’s love,

Can feed the soul, but the body still craves.

~~

Too young to speak,

Still your cries speak louder than any words.

~~

Sustenance is your right,

Denial would only draw covenant with your demise.

~~

Dying is inevitable,

A fact of life, but a fate undeserved to one so young.

~~

Blamed for your station,

You live in the shadows,

Cursed by the sins of your father,

Left to scavenge at the fringes,

Only to be forgotten,

Or treated as a pariah,

By defect of conscience.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

Wrong Number – Haiku

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Image Credit: clevelandmovieblog.com

The telephone rings

A friend calls to meet for lunch?

Sorry, wrong number

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~