Family Home
Thirty six years of gather and store,
Every shelf overflowing with crap,
And we decide what we think is important to keep,
And what’s to be thrown for scrap.
From old cassette tapes, records and books,
To cups, cooking spoons and pans,
We begin to empty the house of all that’s inside,
Simply by using our hands
Leaving a shell of a home for a whole new begin,
Old walls, a ceiling and floor,
Where I will create a new healthy fresh,
With new oven, new bench tops and more.
I’ve returned to the house where mum and dad lived,
I now will no longer roam,
I’ve begun to clear out the years rusted on,
To restore my family home.
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