I listen close and i heard and saw the memories that are coming from this old house. You did a great job painting the perfect picture.

~hugs~
Karen

I not ONLY listened!
I could SEE!
Wonderfully written Sweet Fee!
WArmly, Warrior Sheeeoox

What a lovely sentiment! Nice work, Fe.

Wendi

Fee:

We grow and look forward, then it seems we look back with just as much fervor. I wouldn't do anything to this one. The print lightening up quiets us down to listen. Really it's a lovely thing.

hugs,
Kathy

its worth listening to Fe

Works for me. A beautifully visual and aural poem.
simon b

Fee,
This poem made me think of the old home place, my sister's and brother's as we were kids. Those were the days. If only we could go back and do all again. Fantastic write.

Bittersweet!
Sounds like my meomories of the Grandparents old farm when they sold it.
Went back after some years, it had all been bulldozed, the house burnt and gutted, and as i walked through the frame it was too much.

yes great depth here.
Hugs Fee
Ch'eriexx

wow! this is beautiful. love the line..."Listen as the truck takes the last of the home from the house..." a beautiful write

This old house doesn't need to talk with the beauty of your wisdom and visuals to guide us. If it could, it would sing thanks with every creaking board in unison. Well done sweet Free.
Love,
Susan

Fee,
This is OUTSTANDING, my friend. There's a house across from mine that has been empty for a long time. The owners were elderly when I met them. They raised a family there, had Sunday get togethers there every Sunday for their married children and sometimes even the pastor of their church would stop in for a bite. The house was alive with activity and laughter every day. I spent alot of time there since I was caregiver for them for six years. The man died of lung cancer, and the wife died three yrs later of alzhiemers. All laughter stopped. The house is quiet now. I look at the house from my front porch and think of all the life and breath it had at one time... all gone now. Thanks for sharing this with us Fee, and for taking me back one more time.

Many blessings and love,
~Linda

Your words painted a very
Moving scene old house where love and laughter
live in this outstanding Write
Excellent Imagery and flow!!
I love the sounds of love!!
Love And Peace to You Always..Morning Star

Most outstanding write Felix!!

Love Tinka

This is exceptional Fee~
Stirs the soul...
I have a soft spot for old homesteads and I'm a nostaglgia maniac to boot...I once bought an old home built back in the 1800's, it sat majesticly in her Queen Anne style, among the cobblestone streets of St. Augustine's historic district. After the papers were signed and I really had the big ole' place to myself, I went exploring!
Room after room I could "feel" its past...a peaceful house... Inside the linen closet were the signatures of the children of the family that owned the house since the home was built. I was the second owner!
I never painted over them...
Oh the wonders found while digging a hole in the yard once, to plant a guava tree... I'd found old perfume bottles and a silver bowl, little pop bottles...I had to make the decision either to ecavate for hidden treasures or just plant the tree...I planted the tree! :)
...so glad I stopped by to "Listen, Listen Close"
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

A moving scene you paint with your words of echoes from the past that left me reflecting on my own memories. I love how you laid out your poetry in this too, looks like a teardrop...clever stuff. Hugs Panda :)

This is excellent, loved the flow and moood of this poem, outstanding.

Reindeer

Listening to old house where love lived is a joy many can not know in this days. Those where generation lived and memories where made. It must have been a special place. Lady J

A beautiful reflection on the memories of the past. Thanks!

(((Fee))),

Old houses capture pleasant memories of my own Grandfather's, where the floors creaked and certain smells made me feel wrapped in love...well done, my friend.

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

I love it Felix and being a relative I can picture this in my mind.
Thank you, Love your Cuz, Rose XOXO

Your poem is so very beautiful, floating on a pond of bittersweet waters...Don't know where that came from, it's just an image that came to mind after reading this...Beautiful!

Excellent write, Fee; very well done yet again! BRAVO!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

The format adds to the intensity of the words of days gone bye.

Great work. beautiful

Oh my, Fee, you're sure to touch a lot of hearts with this write. I know you did touch mine. Such lovely and bittersweet memories you've brought to the fore. An excellent and poignant poem.
Love,
CJ