I saw our old house today

For the first time in years

And I will admit

That I shed a few tears

 

I think you might have too

If you could see what they’ve done!

The walls are all white

And there was nowhere

Comfy to sit

 

I miss our old house

All cosy and warm

With mis-matching

Curtains

A bit weathered

And torn

 

Remember the throws?

Scratchy old wool

Made with love

By Granny’s hands 
~ A bit weathered and worn

 

The spring sprung beds

And patched eiderdowns

Shared by everyone!

Pillow fights

Were so much fun

Spitting feathers

Bumping heads!

 

It’s all prim and proper now

All shiny and bright

They don’t even have photographs

They have wide screens instead 

I couldn’t see the games table

I imagined Auntie Mable

Turn in her grave

With a furrow in her brow

 

It dawned on me right then

A house is not a home

A home is where there’s love

Your home is in my heart

Even though you

Are up above

 

I don’t need to see

An old house to remember us

I simply need to think of you

For you to be home

With me again. 

C.K.23.