Strong descriptions on this tour. Sad towards the end; history disappears when wrecking balls swing. Well done! -Sheila

How sad that old houses and old folk are often deemed expendable by today's world. Both are priceless treasures it would behoove society to acknowledge and embrace. Great piece and well worth the read.
Shado

Felix,
This is nothing short of stunning. I'll never see an old house again I don't think of this write.

ps: Congrats on your Poem of the Day! I truly enjoyed hearing your voice as you read aloud!

Lisa

Felix, the very structure of this poem and its contents leave me with that ghostly image of the life once before. You have captured this so well...thanks

Allen

The wrecking ball is Reality? Whatttt, Old houses have so much character and memories of dear loved ones, passed on or their ghosts make home too- This is a sad right, and since we know this lived in host- we are their in prayers- and anyway we/I can- Just say the word- This is too sadddddd, I can't write nomore -GREAT work Felix- : ) : ( I hope the changes that come out from the END, for this sweet caring Individ. will be met with Happiness and GREATER memories, so well deserved! Sweetly,Sheee

Beautiful and poignant write, there is a place like that in my memories...

peace, Carole

Chockful of imagery and a kickass ending to boot. W o w.
Having seen one of my grandmother's homes be sacrificed
to the god of Parking and the other one go on the block this
summer, this is sore subject. I did not get to visit often, but when I did, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Nothing to do with furniture. . .you know what I'm saying. Thank you, Felix. 'Pea' <

you've recaptured the moment with vivid images and emotional intensity ... a somewhat sad yet very moving recollection ...

Felix, short, but, oh, so sweet. This little beauty has such an atmosphere it was as though I was there with you watching the wrecking ball destroy the memories of special lives once lived within those walls.

~ Mari

Both fascinating and sad, Felix. As always, you include just the right telling detail to give us the complete atmosphere and picture, so that we can't help but feel like we're "there". In a way, it's nice that things stay for years just as people have left them... makes it seem like they haven't gone far or for good! On the other hand, the "nobody knocking" is chilling and haunting... perhaps loneliness was in the room even BEFORE it was vacated. Now that's sad. But at least someone DOES care and makes a note and a testament before the wrecking ball does its worst to wipe the slate clean forever. That makes all the difference. And I can think of no person better to have "care" either, with the copious amounts of compassion that you have in your heart, Felix. ... And don't get me started on your audio recording yesterday... WOW!! The BIG voice to go with the BIG hearted Huggy Bear himself. Made me collapse feeling light as a feather! :)) Go you! LOL Kate xx

Superb nostalgic write Felix great imagery.

Paul;-)

Felix,

The imagery you so beautifully pen brings the house you describe vividly to mind. Thank you for this one--excellent!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)

The imagery is great...I could even smell this old place...mouldy walls and cuboards....and wet soil!!

Most outstanding!!

Love Tinka

i used to love to look thru old houses, before it got to the point that you might get shot just for looking thru abandoned or empty houses, i love the history...you depicted it well

Nice, Felix. I wrote a similar poem years ago - Little Treasures Occupy Space - and realized by what I packed first when preparing to move recently how closely it fits me these days.

Oh, but the caring is so important, Felix!
This was a most lovely poem and makes me think of
when I, too, see a derelict home somewhere.
I wonder "What are the stories this house holds secret?"

They can't take our memories away. A fine depiction painted in nostalgia.

Great imagery in this well written, nostalgic poem, Felix!

Sad imagery, but spoken with great longings for yester years.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)