My home is no longer here It's a small plot of overgrown grass (and has been for years) I wish I had photos And more momentos I hope I never forget that house Its door painted a welcoming shade of blue (Maybe one day I'll paint a door that color too) I miss jumping on the stepping stones I still remember the number for the old home phone; Demolishers uprooted the dogwood tree that would bloom And I miss the comfort of the living room I wish I could live in that house (Even if I was in the attic as a mouse) So I grieve for the home that felt so big as a child But memories help me reconcile So I'll lay here a little longer…at least for a while
On my birthday, I had the chance to collect my baby things/memory box from my mom’s place.
Nothing could have prepared me to find this photo. It moves me to tears.
In a previous post, I talked briefly about this house and how I wanted a photo just like this one. It’s exactly what I needed.
It was taken the day of my baby shower (which happened after I was born). If this photo could be put into words, it's telling me: “Welcome home.”