This Old House


A century has passed by, and I stand here all alone. I still hear the laughter and the shared secrets of those young hearts. All around me, and within these walls, the breeze

sang, and let the drapes on the windows flutter while the walls hugged memories in frames black and white. Has it been that long ago that horses were tethered to the posts and gallant souls

rushed into this home with good news? how hard she worked continuously, to keep this place clean and full of joy and warmth, and where no one felt the bitter of winter. If you could

walk inside this home, you would still smell the fragrance of her pies, and feel the warmth of hay in the back, and know that pails of milk would soon be brought by the young boys. Can you

hear the bells around the necks of the cattle grazing on this green grass? In the darkened barn I smell the sweat of the horses, and feel the energy of their muscles, even today, as I stand here alone and forsaken!

ZSA May 25 2014

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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6 Responses to This Old House

  1. Humor_Me_Now says:

    I once went back to an office I had that was closed–it was my first one—I was demoted 3 more times in my career. I loved that office and went back. All the desks were gone, phones were on the floor, no one was there, no talking, laughing or meetings. It was so depressing. I never went back again.

    Great poem, Dr. Zakiah.

  2. sunsetdragon says:

    So well written and so heart breaking.
    Excellent poem and a wonderful week end wished to you and your lovely family.

  3. This is so heart-touchingl! Photo and poem!
    One time years ago on Xanga, when John-Boy would put up his photos of old houses and barns, I wrote a few poems about his photos. I saved the poems.
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  4. Is the photo yours? I would love to put that gorgeous house back to use. Your poem is excellent. It makes me think of my trips back to our family home in Colombia. It is now an old folks home, full of activity, well cared for, so it doesn’t make me sad, although I do feel nostalgic.

  5. Zakiah says:

    Yes Tim. I was driving down to Louisiana MO one day just for the heck of it, and to be alone by myself, and saw this commanding dilapidated house sitting on top of a hill. I stopped and took this picture. I know you would do wonders with that home if you could get your hands on it.

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