A house is not a home

100 percent even my house is not a home. i have 2 adult children still live at home, but home is in the heavenly realms where our loved ones wait for us. we will see our loved ones again and Jesus will return

Houses and hearts are similat, ib familes or with frinds, oh the jot friends have in killing you! YES. If you can avoid know it all friends. A house you can move away from. But your heart know you can’t it stays with you. There’s nothing to put in it to make it nicer. They just stab you and run away laughing in the night.. pangie xx

Very nice!! ... Once knew a man who lost his wife. He was kind of a saint, actually. Gave away all his money to the poor and such. Well, I gave him a ride 'home,' late one night. Drove up to his house. He looked at me crying and said, "This is not my house. I don't know where I live anymore." ... HIs wife had passed away eight months earlier. He was sincere. I let him off at a synagogue. He probably slept in there (every night). ~ gw

Gonna fave this!

That is the best hope, that heaven is home.

Touching John! I can relate well to this poem! I had to learn to let go of the dead and live with the living more importantly, to LOVE the living. If I had not, my life would have been bittersweet and devoid of happiness. Hugs.Pangie

WOW!!! I enjoyed reading this lovely write. Life can be very hard from time to time. It is very hard when we lose someone we love very deeply. A Great Ending. Sometimes love needs to say good bye until we meet again. Great memories are the best kind to have... Have a blessed day writing away.............

Hello John, I could feel each verse echo the hollow ache of solitude of loss and longing. We feel the weight of absence and the resilience of hope. Your poem beautifully shows the bittersweet dance between earthly memories and heavenly aspirations, touching hearts with its raw honesty. Autumn Blessings, MY Dear Friend, Daniel

Brother John, I can imagine how lonely it is at home alone and dread the thought of it. I hope your memories are a comfort to you, till the day you know you can, be together in heavenly romance… Sis Beryl

I agree s house is not a home without your loved one around. Your children grow up and get married and even Christmas is not the same any more either, no presents that santa brought are under the lit up tree . John I dread that my husband or myself, one of us will die and the other left alone, What heartbreak you go through my friend I do understand and hear you. Blessings John, Jennifer.

Oh what a heart touching write John! Honest and vulnerable and sad. Just lovely....Debx

Great somber yet hopeful poem. Reminds me of the song by Luther Vandross !

- A deeply moving poem, John...loneliness is painful...especially when the holidays come - hugs

Sadly it becomes a shell with no heart beat, many are in that situation living day to day. I hope it's a fictional write John. Tom

When my wife died I spent seven years living alone. So, I relate. Then, last year, I had an accident, and my daughter insisted I employ a carer. Things are better now. Great poem.

Very nice. To let you know. There is a typo for soldier on.

Hello John, I felt the same way when my husband passed. i was in this big house all alone. I walked the hallway and down the stairs until I was tired to sleep. it was not a peaceful sleep. at least I slept. Enjoy your evening friend. /Darlene

Love this John such a tender and loving piece, hoping for someday to reunite with the love of your life. I wrote one Heartfelt Goodbye which is how I would feel loosing my wife. You have already experienced this Loss. You will see her again someday John. This one is a favorite because it tells a story of love for your wife and the hope of seeing her again. Wonderfully written and a heartfelt write. God bless you for sharing my friend...