A Poem - An Empty House

There is a time when because of a reason which you have no control over, yo may have to part with the house, the home, that you grew up in. Recently I was affected by such a happening and I wrote this poem inspired by the feeling which I though were appropriate.

An Empty House

Once full of life and laughter

Now empty and forelorn;

The house that I grew up in

Is left behind, foresworn.

Time marches on I know that;

And time cannot be stayed,

But now I leave that empty shell,

Knowing memories will fade.

Faded but not forgotten;

I will remember all

The good times, and the bad times

Family ties will ever call.

Call to me across the years

Wherever I may roam.

To help me live a better life,

And build my own sweet home

One home decays and gathers dust

One will be fresh and new

But I will be the link between

Them both, for me and you.

For life goes on and I will grow

In stature as I age,

Developing a life anew;

And write another page.

So weep not for that empty house,

Which I had once called home.

For love creates new memories,

To share when we’re alone.

This is another poem written for the poem-a-day project. This did not come easily and was not mapped out at the beginning. The rhymes simply led me from one line to another, often writing across the verses.

Thanks for reading.