Home
Don't know it's beginning;
but it was a house before
becoming a HOME. Concrete block
house with Four large rooms. Don't
know how that house departed; but
at its heyday, there were two
additional wood rooms added.
That HOME (family) consisted of a mom and dad,
a maternal grandmother, 8 girls, 4 boys,
and a dog named Jack who was very much
a part of that loud and lovely big HOME.
First to depart that close snit HOME was
the dog who was shot and killed sometime
just prior to the father's demise which
occurred in 1963.
By '74, all family members had moved away
from that house. That house was last seen
by me sometime during the mid-'70s.
Nevertheless, the HOME, though now scattered
across the country, remains a HOME. There now
remain 4 women and 3 men of that generation.
Sometimes one generation will leave no descendants,
but it is rare that a HOME will fully die. It is much more
common for a house to disappear by fires, storms, etc.
More and more, I am seeing houses that have been
completely abandoned and are being allowed for nature
to take them back. These are sites that hurt my eyes
and break my heart.
Revisiting my house and HOME site after more than
30 years, it broke my heart that my house of birth
was nevermore. But I ask myself, "What would it
have been like to see it slowly fall and fade away"?
022623PSCtest, Writing Challenge -H Words -.
Constance La France. Word Chosen: Home
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment