The blue house

by Dagmar Wilson   Jan 19, 2018

I remember children running through the house
cats hiding under the couch,
ginger our dog napping with her puppies.

The color of the house was blue with a big yard
azaleas in the front, magnolias in the back,
the fence was wooden with a white tint to it.

The house is still there
owners have changed,
I go by from time to time.
It makes my heart heavy to see strange cars parked there.

The blue house has some stories to tell
it's a big part of my most important chapter that ended not so nicely.


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  • 3 years ago

    by A C

    I love biographical writings with lots of ajectives. In fact, literature of any kind that shows reality are the most interesting especcially when a person with a detailed life is telling it. In fact I believe it is possible to make anything sound riveting if the right wording is used. Your poem, yet short, is interesting to me so deeply as I am in an early chapter of my life. I lived in the same house since I was 4, and it is a hauntingly mysterious house.

  • 4 years ago

    by Milo

    Child memories can be the worst. Tread carefully.

  • 4 years ago

    by Scott Cole

    Childhood memories are the best!!!!

  • 4 years ago

    by Amrita Singh

    So many emotions are felt during reading this poem. I could relate to it..
    Beautiful work..
    Thanks for sharing:)

  • 4 years ago

    by Lyical Madness

    really lovely x

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