Poetry: “The House I Used to Live In”

White sand beaches packed down by cars.
My initials carved in rough tree bark.
Kid hand prints and names in cement.
Childhood bike ride ’til the sky was dark.

I left my driftwood roots
for hills beside a river.
Freshwater swimming instead of salt
where we would deliver.

I absolutely love my family now
but still drift to childhood’s loves.

My children have their garden now
their own bikes, books to read,
an aloof cat, conifer trees,
their own lives to help them lead.

Even now I recall the sea
and miss the land I called my home
but I’d rather all my children have
a place to call their own.

I’d rather live for my children now
than the child I once was.

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