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*A House ~ Or A Home?
I closed your door today.
I wondered of who will turn your lock and call you home.
Tonight, you stand empty,
awaiting a family that has yet had the chance to dream of what you will become to their lives.
Dear house of my dreams,
You held for us so few moments of laughter and joy.
Oh yes, everyone that saw your face, remarked of how beautiful you were.
But at what cost?
The absense of the laughter hid your soul.
It was really no ones fault.
Circumstances of life has left you to be a dream that will one day be, at the time, it is meant to be.
Soon, someone else will open your door and call you home.
Treat them kindly.
I wish for you and them much happiness.
I wish for laughter at Christmas and all of the things I dreamed the first day I knew you were to be mine.
I did not leave you with my dreams.
Within the boxes that now set in what will be my new home, awaits my life.
Each treasure of many years is what will grace a much simpler abode.
The treasures of memories that will never again be set aside because they lacked what might fit in.
I tried to live my dreams through you.
I thought your beauty would fulfill me.
Your beauty, without the laughter and hopes
left you cold.
We both desearved more.
I closed your door today.
I said good-bye to what I thought I wanted so desperatly. Without, what I thought would be pain,
I left you to my past and turned the key to my future.
It is hard to leave something you know, something you love, for the unknown, and for something you do not know if you will love. I have been through, Lesa, I know what you went through. My parents moved from a place we lived in for 20 years to a new place, they still live there, I am on my own. In a way, it can be like moving from childhood to adulthood.
Very touching poem that express sadness as well as new hope!
very poignant, this is how I felt when I packed my nursing uniforms away to go back into sales. I looked at them all thememories that went with them but unlike the house my uniforms will rest till I can return to them in the future which I have no doubt I will when the right time is for it
Lesa...What a beautiful write! I have always had a problem when I am driving down the road and see a sign marked "Home for Sale!" I know, as do you, that there are many houses but, not nearly enough homes! A house only becomes a home when love enters in! It is then that this home can weather any storm that comes along!
Fabulous write, Lesa, as always! What a "thinker!"
Cletus Hardiman
Lisa, this is a very good write. I understand the message. Very much to the point.
A good lesson to learn.
Lesa, now I understand. Thanks for expressing yourself in this poem, it says so very much. It also teaches a lesson. Bitterness and betrayal should be the normal feelings, but you express feelings much deeper than this. You accept the loss and move on with your life. Very commendable! And by the way, this is a wonderful poem!
:) Tricia
Very poignant, ~LESA~. Most of us have been here. You close the door, but cannot wipe clean the memory; not of houses, friends, poetic moments & days, gain, loss, smiles & tears. But ALL are just seeds in His garden, & God loves the gardens He plants in our hearts. Even our tears are sweet when they water His garden. As our garden grows, we know more & more that we are not alone; our garden's fragrance may not be noticable to us, but His breeze may be blesing another with the fragrance of OUR garden. You will be blessed by even ANOTHER"S garden!!
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !