I stood outside in the sleet,
gazing at your house,
our house,
once my safe haven…
A place of oatmeal cookies,
a creaking porch swing,
an ancient bonging clock,
organ music,
melodious humming,
and stories of how it used to be.
They left when you left.
Now all that remains
are the memories of
a grandmother’s love,
that flows from my heart
to my pen…
yellowing photographs,
keepsakes,
porcelain dolls,
And your house...
now their house...
no longer ours…
Yet you would be proud
of how strangers have cared for
your place,
our place,
once my safe haven.
Does anyone ever really own a house?
Perhaps not.
At best it is a fleeting possession
on the journey of life.
The house remains.
We don’t.
But you have left your mark,
on your house,
on us,
on me.
As I stood outside in the sleet,
gazing at your house,
I knew you were there.
Michelle Close Mills ©
Love,
Connie
Thank you. blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Take care,
Sherry
Here's wishing you a Wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Happy Holidays Michelle.
Lisa
Thank You Michelle
Merry Christmas and Many Blessed Years.
Tracey
Wishing you many blessings this season,
Tami
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :)
merry christmas to you and yours! happy new year's too!
o, the powerful memories that came to my mind as i read this--beautifully penned, deeply emotional and thought provoking--an excellent write!
(((HUGS))), love and merry Christmas, karla. :(
Mery Christmas to you my friend!!
Love Tinka