Childhood’s Armoire
Of a Loving Home, PaperBoats and Memories
The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned — Maya Angelou
The alleys, the gullys The blind lanes, the roads, Stare at me, when I am ready to board, The flight to a new city that houses my dreams, Home, it can never become so it seems.
The old house, the red floor, The piazza green, Mother’s sudoku, father’s books, find its place at ease, My corner etched in between Ixora and Syngonium catching the setting sunbeam, Giggles, siblings, weekend-gang and Harmonium, Music band — a formidable team!
Minds grow, hearts parch, Fantasy land has fallen, Moments alone search for that joy, gropes for lil’ dreams stolen —
Threshold, windows, furniture walls, Can only make a house, but not a home, Hanging frames, grandfather’s mane, Tell tales of soul’s lost chrome, Mind ricochet to views from the past, Travel to places familiar, Wobbly present, hinging on old, Forgotten events re-hashed with flair,
Home is where the heart sings —
Kept safe in childhood’s armoire, Open the door and out comes tumbling all those nostalgias, sentiment jamboree — Eyes see the dusty beam on innocence from yesteryears gleaned,
My window sill, some drizzles, Those paper boats and memories!
The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there — Ellie Rodriguez
Thank you Team Thank You Notes Trista Signe Ainsworth Ellie Jacobson Sharing Randomly (Lorena), for this wonderful prompt on ‘Home’. It was fun creating for the same.
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