life, poetry

Old Home

by Lori (L. Virelli)

I miss your warm embrace
And your comforting grace

We longed to raise a family with you
But our wish never came true

Even with that dismay
You made us happy anyway

You nurtured us year after yearemptylr (800x449) wm
Inside your walls we left memories so dear

Like Piezon, Max, and Sneakers
Who had lots of toys with squeakers

You breathed with life
Seeing us through every strife

Like days and weeks of being ill
And an injury that could’ve killed

You protected us from every storm
And kept us cool when it was unbearably warm

You felt so empty when he left
But only because we were bereft

Your walls stood sturdy and true
Until we were no longer blue

You were a welcoming domain
Even though it was rare to entertain

With you we never had to fret
About any lasting debt

Without you we’ve shed some tears
But we’re grateful for all those years.

By Lori DRV

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18 thoughts on “Old Home”

  1. My house isn’t new by any means (built in 1940, slightly renovated in 1970, and then a little more in 2008 when we bought it). It’s not grand like the new construction, and I have some materialistic friends who like to make comments (as they try to pretend to joke) about it. But, I don’t care. I love it and it would break my heart to leave it or if something happened to it. I think it’s natural to get attached to houses. They are, after all, our homes. Where we raise our families and share our memories.

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    1. Thank you for sharing your experience and feelings about your home, Angela. I’m glad to know I’m not the only one. I really loved that house. I’ve never lived in one where I felt as comfortable as I did there. It wasn’t new and needed some remodeling, but it felt so cozy and welcoming. Thank you for understanding. I’m glad to know you are in a home that embraces you.


  2. Homes do take on a personality and become one of the family, don’t they? I think that happens when we stay in them for a long time. I have moved so much that I have come to define home as where my loved ones are (as opposed to the place I live). My so, who grew up in the same house, has a closer bond to his domicile. So does his father (who had the same experience. I guess this tie to a place happens in childhood–it’s just that I moved a lot when I was a child, so I fixed my attachment to people, not places. Interesting…

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    1. It IS interesting to find that having different lifestyles growing up can condition us on how we see home. I grew up in one house as a child. Never moved out of it until I got married. My husband and I moved to a couple of places briefly early in our marriage, but once we found that house I loved in Florida, we stayed there for 26 years. That’s where we made all our memories. I know I didn’t leave those memories there, but those walls did become family. Thanks for sharing your experience, Lorna.

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  3. Days, years and the lives that happen in their spaces make these places home even if the location isn’t ideal… oh I know about that! Take your time, a new special place will find you. I hate that in between feeling, even if it’s not perfect when you close the door home is our sanctuary.

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    1. That was my dream home there (but not the location). It was just the right size and layout. I miss that cozy feel of it too and thought I’d write it out. Thanks for the supportive comment, Anneli.

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    1. 27 years is a long time inside that home, and I’m missing it (not the location). Thank you for sharing your feelings about your home in Virginia, Jill.


    1. Thanks, Dennis. Yes, there really was no place like that house I called home. Hope to find one just as good in our new location, but I’m missing the old one right now. Thanks for reading.


  4. Lovely tribute to your home. A house becomes part of us, almost takes on a life of its own. So it’s only natural we mourn it when we leave. So many memories we created there.

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    1. 27 years was a long time inside those walls, and I’m just missing the place (but not the location). Thanks for the supportive comment, Carrie.

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