I have built a house within my heart
for all of my Highland Scouts to live.
Each one has a permanent room
though all of the windows
are draped in black
and the tenants are never coming back.
Grief is mine… and I am selfish…
I hoard their memories with relish.
Inside are stored essences of each
… of good times and bad
of all the things that have been.
I can lift the curtains when I am lonely
and they all laugh and live again…
Many of my Scouts have lived there a
long time… with a Black Panther
painted upon their doors.
Inside I can hear their laughter
and my tears fall upon the floor…
©Copyright June 26, 2008 by Charles Schwiderski