My kinda home,

Has wooden floors,

A veranda to play on.

Hanging baskets.

Quirky corners.

Lot’s of light.

It’s big enough for three,

Too small for four.

The need for changes,

But with so much history.

It may not be perfect,

It may need some work,

But the breezes run through,

And it’s easily heated too.

I feel the need for character,

A place to make my own.

Special spots for my cat to lay,

And a garden for my son to play.

But I’ll be sad to leave so many memories here,

Even though I know they’ll always be with me,

It’s not the same as seeing the places, my dear,

Where we’ve laughed,

Where we’ve shed tears.

Maybe a fresh start is needed,

And the fear should not be heeded.


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