An Ode to My Childhood Home

When I was a young baby
I slept in the nursery
That room became my own
Sported walls of a sky-blue tone
An arch outside the window
Not much room for my elbows
My leopard gecko and I grew up
Prayed, played and worked hard enough
 
There are memories within these walls
With my brother and sister down the hall
A place where I wasn’t on my own
An Ode to my childhood home
 
The downstairs sets the scene
This house is older than me
In the living room I played piano
The computer where I made houses and videos
The kitchen where my parents cooked
A mess everywhere I looked
Every dog we had, lived in the backyard
And our cat that sneaks into the garage
 
There are memories within these walls
With my brother circling around the hall
A place where I was never alone
An Ode to my childhood home

Saying Goodbye
Is getting quite hard
Because in this place
I have been scarred
But by God’s grace
I have found healing
I cannot describe
What I am feeling
 
My family hung upon these walls
Even before I was quite small
A place where I wasn’t on my own
The house that was my childhood home
 
Now that we’re moving out
Without a doubt
I will miss this house

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