Old House

by mossgirl19   Oct 3, 2017

This old house is the lines upon your face-
Your smile adorns every angle,
And I remember you
Even when I am at the door,
The familiar creaking sound is still here.

I realized I have outgrown
a lot of things, but this old house
still takes me back in time;
When I remember what used to be
I come to understand myself a little more.

I have packed my bags
to leave this house once again-
But you are not here to bid me goodbye.
Yet this old house is all but your face
And yes, your familiar warmth is still here.


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  • 2 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Isn't it incredible how a structure like a house can remind us of our past and the people in that past. It's like taking a picture and capturing a memory. The faces, sounds and smells all come back as you walk around that house. Memories become mingled so much so that if you could wring the brickwork out you'd reveal those loved ones and events that meant so much.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Free verse

    Missing grandma.
    Mel, she will always be with you wherever you go.
    Take care.

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    I can relate so well and Thank you for sharing. Take care

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Ren

    Such a beautiful and emotional piece, my dear Lady! Amazing write. Tuggin' at my heartstrings for sure! So much love to you hon! <3

  • 2 weeks ago

    by CJ Maleney

    Once in a while I drive past the little dead end street where I lived until I was about 16.

    I take a drive up occasionally. It seems tiny now. So many memories so many friends I've not seen for decades. Some I know I never will!

    My old house was not a happy home but it was still home. In my room, door locked, pencils and pens scattered around me.

    My place my sanctuary, and a little creativity.

    Craig x

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