ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
It was nothing more than the skeletal remains of a deserted old building.
The facade bore scars on its sun-bleached boards.
It had become pock marked by the bullets of hail.
Remnants of a large bird nest topped the massive chimney.
Windows, soiled by years of lost memories, were now clothed with the silver threads of spider webs, glistening in the light of day.
Within the empty walls, you could almost hear voices from the past.
Wallpaper barely clung to the mildewed walls. The floors creaked. A few dishes lined the sink- now painted with dust.
A broken rocking chair sat at the center of the open space. How many babies had been rocked and comforted in that relic?
A tree branch crashed through the roof at some point and now seemed to belong there.
The new life, budding from that seemingly dead branch, presented some semblance of hope in the midst of misery. It seemed that the bones were still in place.
The foundation was solid. When the sun cast it brilliance on it, I knew this is where I should be.

Love the art and words. Made my heart ache just a little.
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Glad it didn’t ache too much😁
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Just aches when I see old or abandoned homes and barns. I feel their loneliness.
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What’s inside…just beautiful, Mama K. It evokes such amazing feelings and a bit of melancholy. I love you!
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Love you too💕💕
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Paul’s paintings are gorgeous, just as your words.
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Thank you sweetheart❤️❤️
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You’re welcome ❤️❤️
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Thank you Kathy for sharing this post. Paul’s painting invites one into the doorstep of your haunting poem. Sometimes we discover that a living mystery offers us much more than we ever imagined.
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Thanks Richard. Life is filled with amazing surprises.
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