There was someone, who built a home.
There was a home, built by someone, once.
Friends helped at times, I’m sure.
Someone is no more, at least not here.
(Perhaps this someone, is now in a senior home elsewhere)
The home gradually, becomes less, and less.
A view from the kitchen window
Outside, flowers grow.
(Travel in Macedonia, Greece. West of Orma, in the mountains, May 2019.)
(c) Drager Meurtant