My Heart is Your Home

We built memories in the house

Where we once lived.

Parties, holidays, card games, and cookouts

All were welcome to attend

There was always room around our dining room table,

No matter the number of guests.

People would spill out into the back porch and yard in the summertime.

We’d nestle around the kitchen table for Friday night dinners and poker.

The family grew, but there was always enough room to be together.

The minute you both died, the house became an empty vessel.

It was just a keeper of memories.

The papers are signed as it now belongs to another family.

My heart breaks again at the reality that I can never go home to mom and dad, who loved us all with all their heart.

The memories of the laughter and tears will stay with me forever

As I build a home in my heart for you where you will never leave.