Holly Moore Poet Etheree

This Place

Still 
Of night.
My house creaks.
Speaks with noises.
Tells of memories.
Holidays often shared.
Many pets have come and gone.
The sweet aroma of this home.
One child to leave this lovely address ~
We have been blessed to live in this place.

©Holly P. Moore
   November 2012

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Matthew Anish December 5, 2012 at 8:03 AM Fine use of this form! Peace & blessings Matthew Anish

Harry Horsman November 27, 2012 at 7:52 AM I too love this Holly, the poem gives out warmth, guess thats from the poet

David Williams November 27, 2012 at 1:06 AM Holly now I love this, it says everything a family home should be including the sad parts, you certainly are blessed...David