There is Life in This House

Doors swing open with a creak.

Footsteps bound down the hall to seek.

The wind whistles a merry tune.

And promises a milder, softer June.

This life … is mine.

Breakfast aromas linger in the air.

Table full for all to share.

Utensils clatter from plate to plate.

Dishes galore to satiate.

This life… is mine.

A voice bounces down the hall.

It reminisces and chortles about it all.

A screech, a laugh, a bellow, a blast.

A longing for this time to last.

This life… is mine.

The door swings open once again.

A chorus of hellos upon us rain.

Anticipation of things to come.

To many lives the songs unsung.

This life… is mine.

A clang, a bang, feet pounding on the stairs.

The re-arranging of Mom’s chairs.

An empty to nest once more to be.

Bedrooms, from people, again set free.

This life… this time.. is mine.

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About inmycorner

This blog began as an opportunity to tell my Dad's stories. I sat with him and the computer and together we told stories. It was a wonderful way to get to know Dad. He was 9. He and Mom had a wonderful life together and since she passed away a year and a half before him - Dad was ready to join her. I no longer tell his stories but have found stories of my own. The impetus to resume this blog was the discovery that I had stage 4 ovarian cancer. Since blogging had been so therapeutic for my dad and I to get through our grief, I felt maybe this would be a good outlet to process my situation. I also hoped it may serve as an outreach to anyone else who is facing this very ominous journey. So far, so good.
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5 Responses to There is Life in This House

  1. Gwen K says:

    Beautifully written!

  2. This just sang through my thoughts as I read it. I felt myself going through the hallways of the home of raising my children (we’ve since moved from there).

  3. kiwiskan says:

    Love the way you gathered all the impressions of your senses together in that poem. Those are the things you notice when you are confined to one area, things we sometimes don’t even notice

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