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House

I used to be a home, but now
   I'm just a house left all alone.
      One time, I had a beating heart;
alive, with caring love, it shone.

Abandoned, now I barely stand
   from long neglect and clime abuse;
      weak with a sunken roof and porch-
no purpose now, no needed use.

And so, I'm left without a heart-
   a semblance of what used to be.
      A house can only be a home
when filled with love and harmony.

My shattered windows now just stare,
   as seasons come and go each year,
      recalling happy days of old-
when I was once a home, held dear.

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Constance La France Date: 10/20/2023 12:56:00 PM Sandra, excellent Personification and congratulations on your win in my contest, Constance Login to Reply

Eve Roper Date: 10/13/2023 7:22:00 AM Great personification, Sandra. Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest. Eve Login to Reply

Juliet Ligon Date: 10/6/2023 7:43:00 AM This is a clever take on the word "house." It flows nicely and pulls at the heart strings. Login to Reply Sandra Haight Date: 10/6/2023 1:40:00 PM Thank you very much, Juliet, for your uplifting comments! Much appreciated! Sandra

Yann Rolland Date: 10/5/2023 2:45:00 PM this is very touching, specially these verses A house can only be a home when filled with love and harmony. thanks for the delicious poem Login to Reply Sandra Haight Date: 10/5/2023 2:48:00 PM Oh, thank you so much, Yann, for your visit and very supportive comment. I am very pleased that it touched you. Sandra