Childhood Home

The place remains in my dreams
like a movie set preserved…

Have assigned each room
a critique – disclosed the crimes

Yet, it remains, like a beacon
draws me to it, begs reflection

What if I could go back
now that I can breathe

Now that I’ve laid claim to maturity
would I discover a sudden windfall

makeover conditioned motifs
reevaluate ceiling heights

with resources to remodel
heart open, connected

might I uncover abundance
like a personal embrace.

(For Reena’s Exploration Challenge: featured image.)















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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “Childhood Home”

  1. I love the first two stanzas. Lately, I have been having a lot of dreams of old houses from childhood and later. I think it is related to the stay at home orders. I do often wonder what I would remember if I could go back and wander the old rooms and if they would seem the same as I remember.

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    1. I remember going back to my grandparents’ house as an adult and being surprised at how small those remembered rooms were. I felt that I was out of all proportion with the house.

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    2. Thanks Betty. I often think that we dream of former homes, It is an invitation to revisit something we’ve overlooked. I often focus on the abuse of childhood, but seldom take time to acknowledge the resourcefulness of the child I was. I guess that’s the message of my poem.


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