Home Avenue

Early mornings of loud laughter

Aroma of perfumes and life perfected

It was a common scene,

From Mom and Dad.

The house awakened because their gentle smiles

Warmth emitting from their presence

Only seven of us, but we were a village

Always a chair for each person,

It’d be a year in November

Since we lost you two

Now your seats remain vacant,

Empty,

just like the house

Maybe one day we’ll learn

What it means to grow a house into a home

To lose and still have grace,

How to dull this hurting space.

You both taught us to live a life of family

But we didn’t learn family without Mom and Dad

Not prepared for the journey abstained of your loves

Home is difficult to understand,

Especially now,

Unable to hold your hands.

But I think I get it now

It’s not only a place of happiest moments

But also the avenue where we recover

Healing the hurt, pain and despair

We’ll make sure

to embrace everything you two have shown

To mend this forever home