I scribbled this between doing a mortgage form and paying some bills this afternoon at Alloways –
16/05/2019
A house is not a home
The home was a house, once.
Way back before the times
of lunches, dinners and games
It was a house.
It became a home over time.
Slowly, as people came and went,
Marriages, births and deaths
All passed through the rooms
And made the house a home.
Meals around the table
Meals on trays on the knee
Meals in the kitchen on the go
And conversation always
As the staple diet of family life.
A home is ever changing
It absorbs and reflects
the time that passes.
A home will wrap around you
Whatever your shape.
This home is now a house.
It waits to become a home again.
Empty, clean and quiet.
Just waiting.
For changes and fresh conversation.
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