it’s your stuff
choking the walkways
More sitting places than necessary
Too few empty places beckon
Recognition things from where
knowledge of when that matters
Pictures that exist on walls defying mind
Memories creeping down halls
Plants oblivious growing on tables
the familiar shadow of a corner
A home has walls to hold things in
Collections of memories are bricks
Stronger than concrete
They define home
Nice piece!
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it’s not a home until there is clutter. 😉
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Great poem about your current situation!
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Thank you my dear. I have gotten nostalgic. Mostly about having a real bed. I’m sharing it with the cats and no animal gets bounced off if I her up quickly like the air mattress
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Poor cats getting bounced off the bed when you got up quickly. It’s a good thing they didn’t puncture the air mattress (unless they are declawed).
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There was a mattress pad under the blankets and a comforter. They all have claws. Fortunately, two of three don’t hold grudges. One has a habit of pawing your head in the middle of the night, not to claw you just to let you know she could.
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LOL! She doesn’t claw you but wants you to know she could if she wanted to. haha!
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