My family home

13/10/2020

A house is a home,

& a home is a place, a feeling.

But when that is gone?

When it’s time to move on?

Where do those emotions go?

Unexpectedly, undeniable, raw & true.

Ruffled to my surfaces,

the thoughts & memories,

of you.

Who you were, to me & to all.

Wrapped in your home, your house,

Your place, to ignore,

to run, to create,

explore and remake.

Be fragile, be ill.

Your secrets were hidden, emotions unseen.

as illness & disease ravaged the insides of your soul.

Your memory faded, & tempers wore thin.

Misunderstandings, pain & trauma buried within.

Fought a brave fight, to all those you loved.

Gave it your all, kicked it in the guts.

It wasn’t enough, as we all know,

loss of hair, sight & knowledge,

frustrations grew tall.

As you left us here, with a place to live in.

A family home you created,

that could be passed on.

Temporary, yes we knew, but for a sweet long time.

The walls we grew to love, the curtains & light switches we knew.

Papa bear moved on in,

this was now his space too.

The coming together of what was gone,

and the man to guide us through.

A big job at that,

I challenged at times.

Gratitude for the chance,

to carry on in these walls.

But for now it is time,

time to move on.

From the place,

we once called,

our family home.