The House on 39th Avenue
The house is lonely
No one is at home
The rooms are empty, the blinds are closed
The aroma of cleaners for the floor and counters permeate the air
This was once a busy beehive of activity
Little boys running through the house
Balls flying through the air
Thomas the Train’s whistle often heard
T Rex growls and attacks his prey
GI Joe and his friends in every nook and cranny
This was a home of love
The foundation was built on eternal love and trust
Prayers were offered often and with faith
Father and Mother, Husband and Wife cherished each other
Long nights for both the man and woman
One slept fitfully, missing her strength
The other toiled over sick and injured children
Together they worked to make this house a home
Memories were created
Now secured safely into hearts and minds
A young boy cries wanting his room back
Tears drop from the eyes of the woman
Grateful for a new beginning but missing her “home” and choice friends
The house on 39th Avenue
Remains a place where dreams created moved on to dreams to be
The last sounds heard, in that lonely house
Were pounding feet
As a young boy ran from wall to wall
Excited with the noise he created with his sandals on the wooden floor
In that very vacant house
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3 comments:
WOW! That did make me cry. From the first 2 lines I could barely read. Thanks Dad, you're the best. It's hard to leave a house with so many memories. Your post will help me have good memories of our home, but I will cry everytime. love you all!
This made me cry, too. You are a good poet, Dad.
Now I see where Becci gets her talent. It made me get teary too. You are the best dad ever, Dad. I love the little things you do to stay close to your grown up (kinda?) daughters. XOXOXXOXOXOX
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