Hidden Emotion

farewell letter to an old home

to a small home

of brick and vinyl

who, despite its small size,

held more memories than

one could ever imagine.

farewell to the small young tree

With the soft raspberry buds in the spring

to the large green tree

That would spill white petals onto our porch.

Such beauty was found in you,

As i watched you grow through the seasons.

follow through the maroon

front door

the one i crossed through

during every important day of my life

in and out,

in and out,

of my childhood home.

in this kitchen

was where my mother spent each evening

pouring her heart and soul

into our meal.

the small, small kitchen

where little hands stirred and tasted,

where we would all bump and collide

as laughter rose into the air.

to the wooden table,

years older than me,

with the crayon scribbles on the underside

from each and every child.

a place for meals,

homework,

discussions,

arguments,

and love.

to the dining room

turned office

turned playroom

turned my sister's room,

with no walls

and no doors.

where i watched her grow

from peachy newborn to exuberant toddler

(she's still growing!)

farewell to my bedroom,

bright petal pink

from the phase of my second grade youth

covers the walls.

part of me

my personality

my soul

lies in this room,

a room that i grew within

and that grew within me.

farewell to the backyard

where my dad spends days of years

tending to the green, green grass

his pride and the neighbor's envy.

where on cool summer nights

blue notes of johnny cash

would strum from my father's tan guitar,

and i would sing along

as i tried to swing into the sky.

scarlet shiny tomatoes grew in the garden,

yielding buckets of them in late july.

marigolds for my grandfather

grew amongst the daisies from miss mary

in the flower bed.

oh, the scorching summer hours

spent planting them all.

This small house

held a family of five

that loves unconditionally.

farewell, my small house.

may the memories of you

lie in my heart forever.

take care of the flowers and trees

for me. 

a:n// so, I'm moving, if you couldn't tell. I highly doubt that anyone will read this or even remember me at all. I just have been dealing with a lot of stuff lately and wrote this, and just decided to post it. if anyone is reading this, i miss you all dearly. much, much love, roxy.