thriftysoul’s poem inspired so many brilliant images of a couple’s pride in raising a family while feeling the empty nest. It was a real pleasure to award so many 5-star votes to such thoughtful art. Thanks to everyone who joined and voted. I welcome your return for the next poem, A VOICE THAT MUST BE ME, which starts immediately.
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A sunlit empty hallway in an old house, late afternoon golden light streaming through a door at the far end. Dust motes float in angled beams. On the wooden floor, faint scuff marks trace the paths of small running feet. A measuring tape still taped to the wall frame with tiny pencil marks climbing upward, ...