Reflecting and Rebuilding

Considering
refurbishing
childhood home

Unrecognizable now
numerous makeovers
and even re-purposing

But my heart is invested
and well, I can see potential
and, oh…I know it will take work

All the walls I’ve torn down
and the excess furniture
and how I’ve imagined duplicity

Is this folly on my part
this revisionist thinking
see…I’m sure there is treasure

hidden amongst the forgotten
buried perhaps in the attic
or other overlooked nook

And as I remember it,
the backyard is an oasis –
Yes! I think I’ll do it!

Reflection and a good dose
of elbow grease, and I’m in!
Recreating an upbringing.

(for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: reflection. Image my own.)

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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.

16 thoughts on “Reflecting and Rebuilding

  1. To refurbish a childhood home, a labor of love and even closure? I love your approach to the prompt with your personal touch.

    A couple of years ago, out of curiosity, I looked up my childhood home in Orlando, FL. on Zillow. It had been renovated and looked like a doll house. I felt a burden of sadness lifted off my shoulders since my mom died in the house. After that the appearance of the house declined because my father wasn’t able to take of it.

    “Recreating an upbringing” – Love this line!

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  2. Is it literal or imaginative/metaphorical only? Beautiful artwork and poetry… My own childhood home was razed flat to the ground after my parents finally decided to sell it, and I was a lucky one with a happy childhood… now there’s food for thought, I hadn’t truly considered in this manner before!!!

    Anyway, I love your recreation idea. Many happinesses may live there, after such a loving renovation, certainly. Has been proven time and time again. xoxo

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      1. Ah. I so hear you on that!! Honestly I’ve been procrastinating about helping my dad with minimizing my mom’s (and his) personal effects. But he’s not willing to move yet so I see no hurray. I find them comforting where they are. True statements you’ve said there. Much love to you and thanks. :)) xoxo

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  3. What a fabulous metaphor, V.J. It’s a perfect way to reimagine your childhood. It kind of reminds me of that scene in Forrest Gump where Ginny comes back to her childhood home of trauma and just throws rocks at it. But instead of destroying, you are proposing reimagining. Good for you!

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