The Reflection of Shadows
A collection of moments
My home is where my heart is happy,
Heavy-laden some with memories:
Dirty dishes washed together,
Family gathered ‘round for dinner,
Card games at the kitchen table,
Twinkling starlight through the window.
Monsoon storms and snowball fights,
Halloween and Christmas lights,
Long walks ‘round the old, old circle,
Every year, another miracle.
Climbing mountains, getting tangled,
Dreams of everything commingled.
Pinpricks in the walls- so many
From the art work and the silly
Little crafts and hearts and pictures
Only grandparents could treasure.
Funny faces, dressed up moments,
Happy ignorance of grownups,
Everything that made me someone,
Memories that can’t be undone,
All of this, so long now gone
Is trapped inside this old, old home.
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