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Memories of the Old Home

Going back to the old home Now housed by spiders and dust Memories scattered from floor to roof The smell has changed, And so has the rooms The place may have lost its luster, But the memories of the old home last, Till my last breaths, I hope

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 4/10/2024 5:14:00 PM

I truly enjoyed your poem with its vivid descriptions...I felt like I was visiting the house with you. I especially liked 'memories scattered from floor to floor.' That's the way I felt when I visited my grandmother's vacant old house. A captivating poem. like you, I'm grateful for the memories I have of her old house.