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My memories of our family home |
The sky kisses the roof in a sherbert sunrise bathing the red house on the corner in brilliant yellow orange light that makes the emerald grass glow neon green is it the day of the yard sale? smiling unfamiliar faces buying snippets of my life little chunks of memories passed to others for the right price or is the day I learned to drive? as gathering storms swirled in the dark gray skies rain hurdling down on a girl with a hummingbird heart, shaking hands, and wide eyes is it June of this year? when we gathered over lunch unable to leave unacknowledged the fact that seats are now empty and life has changed so much I stare at the brick and pick a memory to un-mesh revolving around the homestead on this Pennsylvania land where I once stretched, unable to reach the sink with baby hands where I felt the burning smack of spitting water on a sunburnt back and tears ran hot with goodbyes that I didn’t know would have to last until our next lives Where I hugged the ones I loved for the last time Before the clock swallowed up what was mine it held my family it took my heart watched me grow tall saw me depart welcomed me back like nowhere else on Earth can this is the house my grandfather built with his heart and bare hands |