Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan

Photograph: Sharron R. McMillan

Home is where we store our stories,
till that story ends.
Boxes full, we start new pages,
find new homes, new friends.

We leave behind the faintest essence
of our story’s theme
what we loved above all else
an outline of our dream.

A door removed for wheelchair access,
doggy scratches on oak floors,
exquisite beauty of a garden,
stained glass windows in the doors.

Epic tales of love and valour
one-act plays and all,
we settle in to add our chapter
to the stories in the walls.

© 2016 Sharron R. McMillan

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4 Responses to Moving

  1. hernibs says:

    Thank you Heather. One of the ones that came unbidden. Love it when that happens.


  2. Heather says:

    It is a beautiful poem. So vivid. I see pictures as I read it and agree.


  3. hernibs says:

    Yes, and I see being part of the story, adding another chapter, building on what is there and adding to it. Our homes remain in our memories as long as we live, they are part of us and of whoever else lived there. To me it’s an amazing part of being human, making a home from boxes of wood and leaving some of ourselves there when we move on. A quirk of mine. 😉


  4. I know where you got your inspiration for this one ….very beautiful. I see the walls,you see the lives who loved them.



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