Charity starts at home

she looks everywhere

but nothing

is found

a cold space where

something should be

her heart perhaps

or was it a sun

how do you lose

the scent of

flowers and a garden

that never knew night

her door is opened

and closed

and opened

and closed

but only a wall

that never leaves

red bricks are counted

mortar dust tickles

her nose

this now where

once a smell of grass

and endless light sanctuary

Charity starts at home

and there she will finish

.