Vanity

I met a little boy from a village beyond the mountain...
Who said in the middle of the thick forest
lies an abandoned Victorian house.
Shattered windows and broken Italian tiles.
Collapsing roof like a sinking boat.
In it , is handcrafted oak furniture now enveloped in mould.
The stench of death engulfs the air.
In the kitchen cupboards dusty crockery sits unused in its packaging.
"An old lady once lived there", the boy says
They often came to see her.
A few metres from the house
A gravestone reads
'Here lies the remains of our hardworking and loving mother.'
©kd.vambe