A Letter Home
Dear Home,
I laid in your living room with Taylor,
Petting Penny as she fell asleep.
I stood in front of your bright green door with Taylor,
Waiting for Mom to take a picture before our first day of school.
I sat on Dad’s suitcase as he pulled it down your hall
After returning home from a business trip.
I ran into Taylor’s bedroom to jump on his bead and scream
“It’s Christmas! It’s Christmas!”
I looked in my bathroom mirror
As Mom taught me how to put on make-up for the first time.
I sat at your dining room table with my family
As Dad told me to take my elbows off the table and sit up straight.
I doused your kitchen with flour and sugar
As I attempted to bake with my best friend.
I danced through the den with Emily
As we celebrated our latest accomplishments.
Then I cleaned my room and took all of the pictures off of the walls.
I watched Mom take our old toys out of your basement and to Goodwill.
I helped Taylor move the furniture out.
Emily, Mom and I painted over your walls stained with our goofy memories.
Now I stand in front of where you stood, tall and strong.
I strand in front of your bricks scattered on the ground.
I stand in front of the dismantled green door.
I stand where I once slept,
Where I once danced,
Where I once lived,
And I wonder if I’ll ever feel at home again.
Always and Forever,
Ellie
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