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