1302

A poem for my family.

1302

The big old house
Is gone now
Just like the neighborhood
It helped anchor

The first place I knew
How to call home
Now just dust, cinder
Smoke charred ash
And the memories made in it

But shouldn’t that be enough
Since walls don’t hear
Floors can’t talk
And you and I always
Always will

When we think about
The house on the corner
Of yesterday
And tomorrow

© Gayle Force Press 2003

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