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Memories of the Old Home

Going back to the old home Now housed by spiders and dust Memories scattered from floor to roof The smell has changed, And so has the rooms The place may have lost its luster, But the memories of the old home last, Till my last breaths, I hope

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Sam Scott

Date: 5/10/2024 11:47:00 PM

I have memories that still invade my consciousness of my grandparents house, that I lived in for a few years. They are precious and beautiful and the dust can never mask the love that place held. I think I must fave your poem and revisit it too. Blessings, Sam x

Arastu Goyal
Date: 5/13/2024 8:18:00 PM

Thank you :)

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 4/10/2024 5:14:00 PM

I truly enjoyed your poem with its vivid descriptions...I felt like I was visiting the house with you. I especially liked 'memories scattered from floor to floor.' That's the way I felt when I visited my grandmother's vacant old house. A captivating poem. like you, I'm grateful for the memories I have of her old house.

Arastu Goyal
Date: 5/13/2024 8:18:00 PM

Thanks :)