A worthy home, lesser things are lost.
The treasures of a lifetime,
bought and sold, and now gently tossed.
Life lingers on in empty halls and full boxes, a life
without clear signs.
Clearing room to room every joy and heartache,
never more, or less forgot.
The emptiness of the home once made,
is now a soft lump in the throat and heart.
To feel this next changes everything –
our lives belong to no one but us.
We are worthy of a home to thrive within,
to lovingly place our hands and heads upon,
and doors to be opened and closed by the family of us.
We can begin again.
Another lifetime of another home
is now being created with love.
©️2008 Much Love, Deb Poems
http://www.muchlovedebpoems.com
