Kensington Station, Platform Nine

I remember how I enjoyed writing poems when I was growing up. After almost 30 years, I thought to give it a try again 🙂

Kensington Station, platform Nine 
Alone she stood in a crowd 
Though her lips pasted a smile 
Her eyes cried out aloud 

She talked as women talk 
About her husband, kids, and home 
Her pet bird a lonely hawk 
And How she never felt alone 

She looked at her watch 
As trains passed her by 
Passengers board one by one 
Waving her Goodbye 

Alone now, she sat silently 
A silence words can never fill 
She thought about her dead family 
Their graves under the dark hill 

Kensington station, platform nine 
Full of tragedies untold 
Stories different from yours and mine 
Stories now dead and cold