memories of an empty space

After my daughter moved in to her new home with her husband and two sons, the basement of my house where they used to live, seemed to be wondering where the usual mess and noise were.  The walls were waiting to bounce off the children's gleeful noises but there was nothing to echo all of a sudden.

No dishes were being washed in the kitchen sink nor dirty hands to clean.  The washing machine was dumbfounded to be silenced!

 The bathroom that was always occupied has nothing left except for two rubber duckies and a washcloth.

A flower headdress was waiting for its owner to bring it to its new place but the table seem to be content to at least have something to remember Jacob by.

And Jose...