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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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