The house moans in protest,
There's seemingly little life within;
A coffeemaker whining
Once a day in torture; 
A microwave heralding
Some reheated dish.

Sometimes a phone rings
Reminding one of life before
When conversation reigned
And laughter filled the air;
When echoes of voices
Filled the void of empty rooms.

People say that spring will come
Bringing warmth and green;
A chance for life to be renewed,
A time to chase the fog
Surrounding me each day;
A time to look toward the sun.

I'm waiting for the daffodils.

Connie Russell was born and raised in the Chippewa Valley, working in the Eau Claire Area School District for 25 years. She has published her memoir, Happily Ever After, as well as articles in Volume One and Chippewa Valley Family. To learn more, reach her at ctruss@charter.net.