Visiting The House That Built Me…



35 years… That’s how long it’s been.

That’s how long they lived in you.

I, about 20 years.

I left seeing you in tip top condition.

Even through sickness, parents blessed to have you, took care of you.

Our house, spotless.

Now, only dust and cobwebs linger.

That deck in our backyard…

With oxygen, how Dad used to stain it from top to bottom.

Every now and then stopping to breathe.

Before I moved, he asked me to stain that deck. I gave him a hard time because I wasn’t the first he asked.

But brother kept saying he would and do, would he?

Dad almost did it on his own until I took the brush.

My legs were so itchy due to grass allergies.

Looking back, it was worth it; seeing a nice deck before I leave.

Because now all I saw has wasted away; deteriorating; rotting away.

That’s all.

Mom and Dad don’t live in you anymore.

Dad passed in March. We, Mom and I just came for memories.

Brother’s here. Insist on staying.

Says he takes care of the house.

But all I see is religious things and mom’s dolls, whatever his friends say are creepy hidden away somewhere else.

It hurts seeing you the way you are now;

Knowing how parents always kept you (as much as possible) dustless, cobwebless.

There’s so much to clean and in our one week of visit that’s all mom is trying to do.

Clean.

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Hello everyone. My name is Lisa. Like many, I have been through a lot. Writing has been a passion of mine. As a child, I dreamed of being a writer, publishing my own book. I created this website in order to share my writings, thoughts, and get to know others who share the same interest as me. Thank you for your time spent on my website. I hope you stop by again! *peace&God Bless* Lisa

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