Grace's Corner of the World: Memories

Today, I have decided to post something a little different. I was recently reading a book, when a thought came to me. One of what I used to call home. Of how so much had changed and how things may never really be the same again. Of how different things are now. These thoughts made me want to write something down, though I didn't know exactly what that would be. It turned out to be a poem. I wrote this shortly afterword, and I am happy to say that I will be sharing it. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My Dad used to have an office

That office is gone now

I used to have friends

Those friends have moved on now

I used to live in a house

Welcoming and open

I’m afraid now that house has been bought, sold and lived on in

I used to go to a church

With a cross upon the roof

However, that cross seems to have gone

For, though it still stands tall and proud upon the Lord’s house

I no longer live there

I’ve gone and moved out

The trees by the lot

And the flowers by the trees

Still grow where they used to be

All stays the same

For both you and for me

The only difference seems to be my absence

I couldn’t stay forever

I now know that to be true

But I would have liked to live with you

Just a little while longer

For, when I look back upon my days

I see the days when I played

The days when I cried

The days I could have flown

The days I could have died

When I look back on all those days with you

It saddens my heart, maybe yours, too

To think that they’ve passed

Like all other days

Too slowly while they go

And too quickly while they show

That they are memories now

Sadly, nothing more

Just memories gone as fast as passing through a door

No, nothing lasts forever

Not an office

Not a friendship

Not a house nor a church

But they are beautiful while they last

However short that may be

When I look back on the days

Very short, yes, indeed

I wouldn’t have changed a single, little thing

For the days that we spent together

Made my heart leap with joy

My friends, you and I, we had a great life

When I return to you

A short time from now

And things are different for both of us

Remember that I’ll always love you

As a true friend always should

I’ve missed two years of your life,

My dearest Avoca,

And there is not a thing can be done to change it

But always remember

Those twelve years of my life

You were my home, my hope and my closest earthly treasure

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