I Miss My Childhood Home
"Home is the story of who we are,
and a collection of all we love."
Wall Deco 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.
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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