Scott and I sold our house. The kids are gone, the house is big and rattly now. In a fortuitous turn of events, we bought a posh new house, a lovely dream home. It makes sense, but still I am sad. We move out in two weeks and the house is getting echoey as we move some items to storage and a large number to Good Will. I drove home last night and had an overwhelming sense of sadness. I looked around and realized I have lived here longer than anywhere else in my life. We raised our kids here, Gracie was a toddler when we moved in. All these emotions prompted this poem last night. With a nod to “Where I am From” By George Ella Lyon.
This house has Wrapped it's arms Around me, It has graced me with Snowy decks And silver views. Summer sun memories. And Cats sprawled Basking in Golden warmth. Dogs with friendly tails Wagging and waiting For someone to play. It has given me Little girl's giggles, Fantasies and fairy houses. Sleepovers and scary movies. And it is Memories of girls Older, crowded in a bathroom Make-up, Hair Proms, dances and dates. We have been graced with Winter wearable art Late nights Scattering Ribbons and beads, fabric and strands Of glue and glitter. And Sleepy mornings Coffee and toast. Gravina, out the window, An Island I can touch. The mountains, Misty valleys, Foggy hollows. And it has been those cuddles on couches Favorite shows Family routines. Meals, communal So Many People Around the table. People we have loved, New grandbabies, Toddlers taking first steps On even wooden floors. Other people around that table, People we have loved. And Lost. Here In This House.