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A House is not a Home

Our House

This house stood
with its brothers side by side
an open window – letting a draft of air through
This empty shell

No one looked
at the empty shell
till one day – a little yellow car pulled up
and Dad arrived

He looked through
past the desolate halls
and saw something – beyond the bare brick walls
A shell ? No more

We painted walls
Cleaned up the space
Opened the windows – and brought air to the place
Mum Dad Sis and me – moved in at pace

Over time we added new things
a bed, bath, TV
In corner of garden – we planted a tree
which became home for the birds and occasional bee

And as time moved on – things they did change
Little sis moved south – at first that was strange
but now she returns with family in tow
handy when the big square of grass needs a mow

People may leave – but back they do roam
proving its not bricks that make house a home
From Easter in Spring and Christmas and New Year
its family all that makes life so dear.

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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