Home Thoughts
I've walked the floors six times before,
and may yet walk them a few times more.
The pencil marks on the door frame here,
show the growth of my kids year on year.
Ghostly echoes reverberate now,
not spookily but, reassuring somehow.
Children's laughter, the wife's gentle chiding,
kids, cats and dogs running and hiding.
The kitchen range, the heart of the home,
our polar magnet, wherever we roam.
Empty now, so silent, bare and staid,
Our bedroom, where dreams and plans were made.
If walls could talk, what a tale they would tell,
of an average family who grew and lived well.
But now we've outgrown our first little nest,
and moving will put us all to the test.
New memories, new neighbours, new friends to be made,
new roots and foundations and plans to be laid.
But we'll always have memories, fond and sincere,
of our first little home, which we'll always hold dear.
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