Here's another offering to Poet's Corner from a Treorchy lady. 

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"Behind Closed Doors"

A row of small houses beneath rolling hills

Each one hiding their sorrows and ills

Some ring with laughter of children at play

One filled with sorrow as they remember that day.

A broken heart when someone is lost

We can’t begin to count the cost

Of tears shed on an empty bed

No one can help, whatever is said.

A row of small houses beneath rolling hills

Someone sits there staring at pills.

Unbearable today the pain in her heart

As she says to herself “Why did we part?”

Heaven brought us together and gave us a start

Now heaven has taken you and broken my heart.

A knock on the door, tears wiped away

A friend has called, that’s two today.

A smiling face as she opens the door

No trace of tears she shed before.

The pain she felt melts slowly away

Sorrow put aside for another day.

A row of small houses beneath rolling hills

Tears and worry and all over bills.

“How can I manage, what can I do?

I need food in my cupboard and there’s holes in my shoe.

Something must wait, but which will it be

If I don’t pay the gas, I can’t make the tea.

The boys need new uniforms before next week

But if I don’t pay the rent, we’ll be out in the street.

I’ve borrowed too much, I can’t borrow more”.

Then she cries to herself behind her closed door.

Laughter, tears, sorrow and bills

In a row of small houses beneath rolling hills.

 by  Mary Ellis

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