Sweet Childhood Home
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Mostly autobiographical. I had to add in a few details not true about our old childhood home, such as rosette pattern on window or ferns by the lawn. Otherwise, this was my house when I visited it a long time ago.
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The house of my sweet childhood still sits on
a little hill. It's blue; the roof is grey.
Ferns grow along the border of the lawn.
I want to see inside it my old way -
not from the front porch door (I hear a creak
I'd never heard before when I was young) -
but from the back, so grassy now! I peek
and see decaying woods where I once flung
my arms to fantasies! The garden that
our dad had nurtured is no longer there.
The window with rosette designs I'm at.
I see into the tiny kitchen where
we gabbed! The staircase I would always climb
now whispers gently of a much-missed time!
July 16, 2020
for the Decaying House Poetry Contest of Constance La France
words used: porch, ferns, roof, rosette, staircase, window, garden, house, door, whispers
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2020
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