Poetry/Free Verse/I Miss My Childhood Home Copyright Protected, ID 07-1661-661-26 All Rights Reserved, 2024, Constance La France
Written, July 26, 2024 For the Internationa lContest, I Miss Sponsor, Ink Empress, Judged 08/08/2024
FIRST PLACE
"Home is the story of who we are, and a collection of all we love." Wall Decoration Art I miss the beautiful old home of my childhood ~ an elegant Victorian, built in a beloved neighborhood, of quiet streets shaded by ancient weeping trees, where I played with my friend Louise, and made up wild stories of make believe that in time became poems to share. How I love the many lovely stained glass windows ~ the cables and pillars, the winding staircase going up, to my attic room, my room overlooking mom's garden. I can still see all my dolls, sitting on the bed, all my teddy bears waiting for me, it was a pretty room. Did I hear a meow in this hazy dream I am having ~ that must be Snowball kitty cat, she often slept in the closet. I remember the kitchen smells, grandma baking pies and cookies, mom making a roast for supper, and dad working in his workshop. It was a time of peace and tranquility, a place I miss so much.
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