This house was a home once,
Ringing with laughter and voices,
Pattering footsteps, whispered secrets,
Boisterous debates, guttural guffaws,
Serenading songs and comforting silences.
It was the scene of serenity and tranquillity,
Of get togethers and meetings,
Of anniversaries and soirées,
Of hurried breakfasts and languid dinners,
Sunday brunches and sometimes takeaways.
A kids’ haven, a wife’s domain,
A man’s refuge and a place to retire for the old.
Welcoming and peaceful,
A place, where weary heads when laid on the pillow,
Awakened invigorated and rejuvenated.
It was bright and sunny on a cold night
Beckoning invitingly with warmth.
In summers its cool confines provided solace,
Soothing heart and mind.
The smell of baking inveigling the senses,
The freshly laundered clothes, flowers in vases,
Just like it should be
In a home.
And then, everything ended.
It is now a mere shell of itself.
Quiet, desolate and forlorn.
The kids have flown the coop
The elderly passed away.
The middle aged live listlessly
Ageing everyday, day by day.
Life moves on relentlessly
And strangely,
Turns homes into houses
And houses into homes in its wake.
Marvellous! It’s sweet and dark, happy and sad. Simply enchanting.
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Thank you. When I wrote this it was a bittersweet time and my home seemed like an empty shell.
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I hope now it’s better
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Thank you so much for asking. Yes, indeed its much better now.
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Brings to mind the ups and downs of life. Thanks for sharing!
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I am glad you liked it.
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I love this. I think almost anyone can feel like this at some point in their lives. Very descriptive and illustrative!
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Thank you so much. Yes, we have all gone through this.
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