Farewell Childhood Home

Clad in copper,

jagged and weathered,

tattered from years’ caress.

Attached to me is an unbreakable tie.

It opened the chapter of my childhood haven.

Where joy once danced and glee sang sweetly.

The tidal wave of tears had flowed profusely.

To bid adieu to yet another chapter.

It’s a tale of recent tragedies.

Of loss of Mother and father, and now the house I hold dear.

The tethers are worn thin,

I can no longer maintain my hold.

Another wave of sorrow,

a relentless dark sea,

trying to swallow me.

Standing in the distance, I listen and observe.

As another family arrives

to make it their own.

It’s an ache that is just too much to bear.

Oh grief, when will you leave my mind?

Can’t the goodbyes fly away, like dandelion seeds

carried on the peaceful breeze?

My pounding heart, a never-ending drum roll.

My tears trail like an ever-flowing fountain.

To surrender my key is to lay down my emotions.

My Mother’s soul took flight there.

A home where I said many goodbyes.

It is time to bid farewell to the days of old.

My cup runs over with sadness,

like a never-ending waterfall.

A signature on a page, and it will be all over.

New owners will take over like a tide wave.

The setting sunset will be the final goodbye.

Life comes knocking, and we must answer.

Turn the page to a new chapter,

a last word of goodbye,

to my cherished childhood dwell.

Its mighty blow will pierce my heart.

But I will heal my bleeding soul.

For I have something up my sleeve

that life can not behold.

The memories of the sap grassy carpet,

High ceiling, red brick fireplace,

a desert room, yes that was its name.

Family tales of laughter and love.

Water splashing in a natural pool.

Sweet and savory dishes of holiday memories.

A long barn echoed hello as I walked through.

Singing to my parents and happy echos of reply.

The key is ready to move on,

the door is sealed shut.

But a new awaits; just walk through the adult door.

A future that has no parents or childhood home.

Yet, it’s a future that calls out for happier days ahead.

It’s time to heal and embrace what is coming next.

Hold my memories close to my beating heart;

it will heal my soul.

Thank you for reading.

This was original posted on Medium.