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Saying Goodbye To A Childhood Home

This is about the connections we have with our family/childhood home. I was born there, we grew up there, our father died there, we had many family gatherings there. I have known that house my whole life, visiting my parents, then just my Mother. Today after 63 years it has new owners, only the second family to occupy the house. It feels odd knowing I'll never return.

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Family Foundations

Published by Family Friend Poems April 2021 with permission of the Author.

There is a sold sign on the lawn,
In front of the house where I was born.
Our family home where roots run deep,
With connections to cherish, to hold, to keep.
So many memories etched within,
Though the images are fading, growing dim.
A tie remains, a bond never to break,
The time we shared not wishing to forsake.
Not wanting to let go of the hand we once held,
In a lifetime that belonged to another world.

Empty echoes in empty rooms,
Void of existence, silence in the gloom.
Clearing the house has been a difficult task,
Removing the possessions of our parents' past.
The heart and soul of the house had gone,
It remains just a memory, a distant song.
It is with mixed feelings that I bid farewell,
To our childhood home, now just an empty shell.
Part of our spirit will always belong,
Just like the chords of that distant song.

ABOUT THE POET:

Mary Virginia Botten has enjoyed writing poetry for many years and turns to it even more during difficult times of life. At ten years old, she was stunned when her poem was displayed on the classroom wall.

She is married with two grown sons and has lived in Kent (The Garden of England) her whole life. She loves writing, reading,...

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