Family Foundations

By Mary V Botten

There is a sold sign on the lawn,
In front of the house where I was born.
Our family home where roots run deep,
With connections to cherish, to hold, to keep.
So many memories etched within,
Though the images are fading, growing dim.
A tie remains, a bond never to break,
The time we shared not wishing to forsake.
Not wanting to let go of the hand we once held,
In a lifetime that belonged to another world.

Empty echoes in empty rooms,
Void of existence, silence in the gloom.
Clearing the house has been a difficult task,
Removing the possessions of our parents’ past.
The heart and soul of the house had gone,
It remains just a memory, a distant song.
It is with mixed feelings that I bid farewell,
To our childhood home, now just an empty shell.
Part of our spirit will always belong,
Just like the chords of that distant song.


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