Old Residence

 

 

From the curb the house looks so familiar

The front door a different color

And the hedges now more fully grown

But enough has stayed recognizable to older eyes

And all the memories that were spun inside

Replay like an old movie in black and white

Time has removed the color of each frame

All that remains are the images in stark relief

Feelings faded from the cellulose reminders

A withering and weathering of the years

 

I wonder what it looks like inside now

Is there a coat of fresh paint or a new floor

Or is everything just the same as it was before

Are all the things that brought comfort once

Still the things that fill that living space

Has time been so good and forgiving

That nothing needed to be replaced

Or has function remained the same

Just a different pattern or color

Upholstering the same old frame

 

For that house once held everything dear

The greatest of loves and the saddest of tears

As years pass, we do not tear down and rebuild

We simply change the things with which it is filled

Or at least that is our hope in the better days

That somehow it has changed from dated décor

To house something different then before

My greatest fear is that it remains all the same

Looking in the windows it seems nothing has changed

And that is what keeps me from opening the door

 

 

 

Comments
22 Responses to “Old Residence”
  1. yassy says:

    So poignantly beautiful! Your verse has that ethereal quality that mesmerized the reader.

  2. I do not even peer into windows and doors, for I choose to remember it as it was, not see what it might have become. It is so with things and people cherished and loved – though the visions may become hazy with the passing of time. I’d rather not think that those lovingly hand-crafted shutters do not cover the window in the dining area, for example. This post will definitely bring reflection, and I appreciate your break from form to share it!

  3. blindzanygirl says:

    This is lovely

  4. So beautiful and so touching, Brad.
    “And that is what keeps me from opening the door”
    Have a wonderful Sunday.

  5. Reminded me of my childhood home, and I feel heavy with those memories. What more a poet can deliver, its a privelage to read you work Brad 😊

  6. Isha says:

    This rendered me speechless. Very beautiful ❤️

  7. Jim Borden says:

    you express so eloquently the thoughts I sometimes have when I drive past places I was once familiar with. How much has changed, how much is the same, would I know anyone, etc…

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