Down a distant country road
Lined with hickory and oak
Sits an old weathered house
Its roof wreathed in gauzy smoke
Wash flaps on the line
Hound dogs rest in the shade
Kids shimmy up a walnut tree
Wearing clothes handmade
Mama stands on the porch
Daddy towers at her side
Unconditional love in their eyes
Welcoming arms open wide
Here’s my baby,
Daddy says with a grin
We’ve been waiting for you, Mama adds
Supper’s ready, come on in
I close my eyes, take a final breath
My heart no more shall roam
I leave the road, pass through the gate
At last…at last…I’m home
Photo from Pixabay
I love it. Although is seems awfully joyous.
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Joyous in a way…one has to die to go home…🙂
Thanks, Tim.
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Such a pretty, loving poem.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sister, I am sitting in Amanda’s livingroom, two of her five children sitting on me, another hanging over the back of the chair, another sitting on the floor looking at her doll colletion, the oldest gone with her mother; tears streaming as I read this poem…Mama’s and Daddy’s great-great grandchildren.
Love you.
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They live on through us, but still, I miss them so much. I know you understand. Love you too. ♥️
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I can hear Loretta Lynn singing this. I love it. 🙂
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There’s no place like home.
Thanks, O. 🙂
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It’s so very beautiful and touching, I can feel tears prick in my eyes. Thank you for sharing this joyous poem with us, Cathy 😄😘💕
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Thanks, Sara. Since both my parents are gone, it’s bittersweet to me. 🙂💜
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Oh for those days gone by. The photo looks so much like my grandpa’s old log cabin. A friend of mine bought it and took it apart, numbering each piece and moved it to her lot. She had fallen in love with it when she rented it when newly wed. She heard daddy, was going to take it down and wouldn’t have it. I hadn’t known his plans, but I’m glad she rescued it.
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The house in the photo looks similar to the one I grew up in. It’s no longer standing, but the wonderful memories endure.
Thanks for reading. 🙂
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Really nice!
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Thanks, Jennie. 🙂
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You are welcome!
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The character in the poem may have taken a “final breath,” but you truly breathed life into these beautiful words. Amazing, Cathy.
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Thanks, JW. 😊
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Very beautiful and nostalgic!
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Thank you!
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Such a beautiful poem Cathy,
and yet such a sad poem.
Oh, to reunite.
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I’d like to think that someday there’ll be that reunion, but who knows…only one way to find out. 😊
Thanks, Alan.
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Tugged on my heartstrings. I hope that reunion happens one day, Cathy. You have brought tears to my eyes with your achingly beautiful song of home. ❤️
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Thank you, MW. 💜
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I hope there’s always a home for each of us; even for those who die alone. I loved your poem. It was somewhat comforting, but death was still there, as well. He’s never very far. ☠️🖤
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No, he’s not. And the older we get the closer he gets. But that’s okay…can’t live forever. 🙂
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