The Place That Felt Like Home

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about a single mother and her child moving away from her late husbands house.

Take my hand, dearest boy
Let's take a walk, just you and I
I hope you don't mind that it's the last one
Before we have to say goodbye

I know this house has been our safe zone
A place where you could play
But a house is just a house
At the end of the day

I didn't mean for it to come to this
But your dad left me no choice
For his scent lingers in the curtains
And the halls ring with his voice

One day I hope you understand
Because right now you seem quite mad
I wish that I could tell you without words
The reason Mommy is so sad

Now run your hands along the banister
And feel the metal of the sink
But if you see a tear in Mommy's eyes
Don't worry, it's not what you think

Just hold my hand a little tighter
While your innocence still shines so bright
I truly fear for the day to come
When the darkness snuffs out that light

Standing on the front deck patio
Gazing longingly at the stars

Just remember that you can see them
No matter where you are, or how far

I'm so sorry, but it's time to go
Please grab your teddy and book
When we drive away, try not to turn
To catch just one last look

One day it will make sense to you
Why Mommy had to go
And sell our one and only house
The place that felt like home

Submitted: October 09, 2020

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Penny Scribe

So sad, but indicative of reality. Very well expressed.

Fri, October 9th, 2020 3:12pm

G. Quaglia

Thank you!

Fri, October 9th, 2020 3:19pm

Fayren Meric

This has a different feel from your other pieces, how did you come to write about this topic? I am a little bewildered, I can feel the strength of this mothers shoulders while she carries the burden of all her child's sadness.
Very well done.

Fri, October 9th, 2020 4:58pm


Awe thank you, first of all, I actually wrote this off a prompt that I saw that literally just said "Foreclosure" so, I got to thinking about this woman trying to explain to her son that they couldn't stay anymore. I actually write about stuff like this a lot, and I used to write short horror stories and twisty endings or prompts a lot, but I sadly lost the google doc that I had written them all on. I was really proud of this poem and wrote it on a limb in the middle of a zoom class I was in haha, so thank you for your feedback, I appreciate it!

Fri, October 9th, 2020 10:05am

Roxanne Byrne

This is great! It brought tears to my eyes and reminded me of what it felt like to leave the house I grew up in. It truly is hard for a kid to understand change like this until they are older. I thought the part about the mom telling the boy to run his hand a long the bannister and the metal of the sink was very touching because it is something that is such an integral part of the feeling of the house and the memories it brings up. Great job!!

Mon, October 12th, 2020 9:45pm


Awee im so glad it had an emotional impact on you! Thank you so much for this comment, I appreciate it!

Mon, October 12th, 2020 6:23pm

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