Peom for Holy Week

By Debbie Stafford Alone Lost in his home peopled byFaded photographsWaiting for the phone that never rings -Rheumy eyes fixed on an empty street,He passes the hours in silence.Alone In the ever closing in, shrinking claustrophobic placeNoises assault her,TV's strident voices, computer games, the children's shrieksShe presses her hand to the window pane -To seen...