Home

Gone

I lived in the same house for most of my life.

It was the only home I’d ever known.

I used to think that I couldn’t live anywhere else.

So much of me belonged in that house.

Much loved family pets were buried in the yard.

I couldn’t imagine ever leaving it.

 

However, when my Mother passed away I moved to another city.

 

When I go back to my home city,

I drive past that house.

Another family lives there now.

That is no longer my home.

Not just because I no longer live there,

but because my Mother who made it a home,

is gone.