Musings by The Poet Loriet

The Mighty Hunt

I looked for apartments today.
No three bedroom ones with
washer and dryer hook-up
in our entire town,
and the uber-cute ones that
made me say, "Awwwww, I could
live somewhere like that"...
with the patios and flowers--
How was I supposed to know
they were senior citizen housing?

I came back home and walked around
the only house my children have ever known,
and the tears flowed freely as
I thought about first steps and
birthday parties and new baby signs
in the front yard...
all the grade school Ziplock baggies
containing Arbor Day trees that
never lived, but we planted them faithfully,
the swimming pool and backyard playground,
our new porch swing that we got to cuddle in
only a few times to this date,
the huge kitchen I baked princess crown
cakes and fancy casseroles and Christmas cookies in,
the two story deck we gaze at the stars from...

And you can tell me that
it's just a house~lumber, siding, inanimate objects,
but it holds all our precious memories
and I just can't imagine
calling anywhere else
home.



Lori Beal


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