Home

Gone

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

It was the only home I had ever known.

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

This is where I was born and raised.

So much of me belonged in this home

Much loved family pets were buried in the yard.

I couldn’t imagine ever leaving it.

However, when my Mother passed away we moved house.

I moved to another city.

When I go back to my home city, I drive past that house.

Another family lives there now.

This is no longer my home.

Not just because I have moved out.

But because my Mother who made it a home, is gone.

 

 

 

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