MY SOURCE

I have grown in a home full of love.
A home next door to my own.
It was there that I grew to be a Man.
Days of sadness, days of laughter,
Homecooked meals,
Lunch hours spent with my Dad.
So many memories to behold.
Loved ones have passed on.
Memories of them will always linger.
Memories of my childhood years.
Today I stand and watch,
As preparations are made to move
The major source of my memories.
No longer will I look out my window,
And see my Childhood.
Only an empty lot will look back at me.
I hope the new family,
Will have as much happiness,
With the source as I did.
A tear will escape my eye,
As I watch the source move,
To it's new resting place.
© Bonnita Gallant 1998

I have written this for my Husband, as it is his Childhood Home that has been sold and moved away. Sixty years of memories have moved.

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