Nostalgia (Identity Prt.2)
Sitting at the kitchen table
He gathered his breathe
Drawing them ever so slow and long
His choice to walk had left him breathless
Not preparing him, for so much more
The mahogany wood, teasing his mind
To reminiscent on the past
How mother had fed him bacon and eggs
With full cream and espresso
The hearty laughs they shared in joys
With father's jokes and cheerful talks
Snapping his mind shut, from the flash
He tried to calm, his trembling nerves
A giddiness, of varying sought
Seemed to rattle, his sturdy form
Unsure in himself, of what next to do
He rose from the chair, weary and tall
With a million thoughts, swirling his soul
He suddenly felt, like a boat adrift
He hadn't bargained for all of these
A swarm of emotion drawing him in
With a million debt on his trail
All he wanted was to make a sale
To make a sale on this very house
Which held his past with precision
Exhuming life at every turn
Though its occupants, were already gone
It remained true to what it was
A reminder, of his loved ones.
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PUNCHLINE-
Woven within the fabric of home are strands of memories neatly spawn, by yarns of experiences and weft of lessons; summarizing our lives in every space.
Proverbs 15:6
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2019-11-05 16:52:10
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