38 Riverside Drive
It wasn't a house, it was a home
It was where I would always roam
It was where I watched, learned and grew
It's where there was never anything different or new
This was a place where life did thrive
This was 38 Riverside Drive
I remember so well, us and she
We were the ideal family
Every holiday and gathering we were there
Making the memories that only we now share
I remember the days when she was here
I would go to her, hugs and kisses, never a tear
She loved us and we loved her
How the years went by in a blur
It hurts to recall her last day inside
That wonderful 38 Riverside Drive
I knew it was the end because hospos was there
But I had to fix her puffy hair
As I picked through it I began to cry
Knowing this was the last real day at 38 Riverside Drive
An hour later they took her away
Then we struggled to finish out our last day
The next months were hard when we had to divide
That old house in pieces of five
We took what we could and got rid of the rest
It was a hard time not the worst not the best
Yes we were together of course
But without her presence it felt a lot worse
Then it came time to sell and say goodbye
To the beloved 38 Riverside Drive
Our last night there we sat on the floor
Of the shell of a home we all did adore
We left a note to the new family moving in
We walked out, that's where the tears would begin
As we all watched as the garage door shut
It was all over it was so abrupt
We all held on to each other
We all cried through the pain
Of knowing things would never be the same
And time did march on
Days to weeks to months and so on
As I occasionally go by this former home
My mind says it's gone and to leave it alone
But my eyes they do not believe
The blue and stone house is all they can see
The house looks the same they try to point out
Her curtains are still up and there are no strangers about
My mind tries to argue, it can't though
It can only visualize her waving out the window
I want to drive up knock and see
I expect a miracle, can it be
Countless memories fill my head
Then I remember the truth instead
I simply look ahead and sigh
Goodbye 38 Riverside Drive
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