Peggy Hale Bilbro
Demolition
Yesterday it was there, but this morning it’s just a pile of rubble open to the blue sky. A raucous family was raised in that home then moved away, and eventually the parents grew old and died. The children, unwilling to move back, only returned to sign sale papers. Then a dentist’s office filled the aging house, but as the neighborhood changed even they moved on, finally leaving it to a second-hand clothing store till even that closed and the old house was left empty and abandoned.
the dust
of memories left behind
vacuuming up
About the Author
Peggy Hale Bilbro and her husband divide their time between Huntsville, Alabama, and Guardia Sanframondi, Italy. Her poetry reflects her life-long interest in the large and small miracles of the world, from dust bunnies to stardust, from mouse holes to black holes. She finds pleasure in the creative challenge of translating those miracles into poetry.