Member Rara Avis
Karen, Nancy, Magness and Martin...
It looks like you read right into the very essence of this poem.
It was about the home where my children grew up.
My first husband and I designed it ourselves and put so very much of "us" into it....
Unfortunately, my first husband died...almost 3 yrs ago, and then...a little more than a yr later, my older son died.
So that house is full of so many memories...both good and bad...but it was too big and too expensive for me to maintain by myself...and it was also too empty.
So, I bought a condo...and a week after I bought it, I met the man who is now my husband.
Fortunately, I sold the house to a couple who absolutely adore it...They did a lot of remodeling and gave us a tour. I thought it would hurt, but I really enjoyed it because I am so happy that they are loving it so much and that they didn't cut down my beloved woods.
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"poetry is life distilled" Gwendolyn Brooks