Dolores spent many years working with children to create candies, breads, paper, masks, stepping stones and other crafts and recipes.
There is something so sad about an abandoned house - you can not help but think of the waste, or of the happy times once spent there. Urban or rural places abound in these forgotten homes, places where children grew up and played; places where people were born and died. Places that people once made pretty.
The poignant romance of abandoned houses inspired me to write this poem.
empty houses gone to seed
empty kitchens with no one to feed
where once was laughter, spiders spin
forgotten dreams ... an off key song
no cat in the window... everyone's gone
where sheets once danced on a line
the tire swing replaced by poison vine
wildflowers where the roses grew
where is the family that loved and knew
where sunlight painted a bright design
floors once swept now warped with time
the slap of a screen door, the shout of a child
little secrets and presents piled
but daffodils still bloom in spring
robins, wrens, and bluebirds sing
do ghosts knit sweaters or answer the phone
do ghosts light candles when they are alone
abandoned houses, forgotten lives
the house sits empty, nobody's home