Childhood home…

Childhood home…

Today I did something so unique,
Something I’ve dreamt of in my sleep.
I revisited the house from my past,
Childhood memories that last and last.

My childhood home, I lived there till the day I wed,
Sharing my bedroom with my sister, even the bed.
In my dreams my mom and dad are still there,
I look at them in wonder, they are really there.

My bedroom is as I left it, toys on the floor,
Open the big wardrobe behind the door.
My books, crayons, puzzles are all intact,
I’m so very happy, and that is a fact.

Then I awake and my dream is starting to go,
But Facebook has found who lives there now,
A very kind lady who told me to come round to see,
What has happened to the house, a visit just for me!

My heart is pounding, as I knock on the door,
After 50 years, I was so excited and more.
My emotions ran riot, tears streamed down my face,
As I pictured my mom sitting in her rightful place.

The living room where we used to sit,
was now a brilliant new kitchenette.
The front room which we kept just for best,
Was a sitting room, cosy, warm, like all the rest.

The scullery kitchen is no longer there,
It’s a beautiful bathroom, I had to stare.
The cellar steps led down to a children’s playroom,
No longer dark, damp, with spiders and full of gloom.

I go up the stairs, remember each creak,
I’m so full of emotion I can hardly speak.
The bedroom is different, no longer like mine,
But the view from the window, is just the same.

Across the landing my parent’s room,
Oh the memories they flood my mind.
I look out onto the same street,
Now it has cars, all parked up neat.

Up the next narrow flight of stairs,
Up to the attic, now furnished with care.
This was my playroom, whilst it was daylight.
No electric then, downstairs to play when it was night.

I went into the garden, it now seemed so small,
As a child it was magic, I loved it, it was my all.
In the corner, I had my wooden Wendy house,
Now it’s home for a very small greenhouse.

What a day, it put my mind to rest,
I laid the ghosts of my past to rest.
So goodbye house, farewell mom and dad.
Our house is lived in and loved, so I won’t be sad.

Pauline Round. 8th January 2019