The Tenant
In memory of Carol Frances, 6/28/14
When we learned that a new tenant had
Taken up residence
We were ecstatic
And the neighbors were thrilled
The occupants shared more than just
The Space
They were crafted from and for the place
Bearing marks of their makers
And infused with a mysterious grace
What a gift for me to provide
A home
For one infused with love
From within and without
The tenant was quiet
And on paper, looked beautiful
We sent in inspectors to make sure
Living conditions were suitable
We were given thumbs up
And were reassured
That she had a nice home
She gave no notice
That anything was wrong
But where we once saw movement
And flickering light
From her dwelling
We now saw a dark stillness
Her form remained –
But quietly, quietly
Without us knowing
She had left us
They opened the doors for us to see her
She was beautiful
Perfectly formed
But still, so still
And the room, now dark and empty
No longer held the tenant
It was no longer even her tomb
And the room, the womb
Began to weep, and weep
And needed remodeling to heal
It took two years
Before a rainbow appeared
And a new tenant took up residence
But she is all moved out of that place
And living with us
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Lovely metaphoric imagery of what I assume to be a still birth. Forgive me if I’m wrong but it was lovely just the same.
Your assumption is correct. Thank you!