My Searching Begins

Kurt Philip Behm

The house is now quiet,

 the children have gone

 

My beard they’ve left ruffled,

 as memories grow long

 

With trains and dolls scattered

 where last they played

 

Their love remains buried

 inside of the maze

 

The cupola harkens

  a last candle there burns

 

As the attic sits waiting

 for the toys to return

 

The old house is silent

 but deep from within

 

Their laughter still hides

  —and my searching begins

 

(Thanksgiving: November, 2016)

  • Author: Kurt Philip Behm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2018 20:18
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Debsspot

    Kurt, it sounds like you have much to be thankful for. Poignant.

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Deb. Every year the kids (and grandkids) leave on Saturday, and a warm emptiness takes over this house where they were all raised.

    • Laura🌻

      Kurt,

      A super poem!
      It sounds magical!
      As I read it,
      I envisioned Sammy and Bumpers peeking in and enjoying watching the Behm family celebrate the love for one another and the many blessings bestowed upon them on Thanksgiving Day and throughout the year!

      An exquisite read! Thank you for sharing! Always appreciated!

      ~Laura~

    • Kurt Philip Behm

      Thanks Laura, and you're right, Sammy & Bumpers went into hiding because Santa's
      naughty Elf, Knothead, makes his appearance on Thanksgiving weekend every year.

      Knothead hunts through the house late at night in search of Hershey Kisses and then
      leaves the strewn wrappers all over the second floor. This year he lost one of his little black boots making his escape, and my youngest grandson, Braden, found it at the top of the back stairs.

      The hunt continues.

      Kurt

      • Laura🌻

        So that naughty and misbehaving elf escaped by using the back stairs! You know he’ll be back to claim his little black boot and to eat all the candy and cookies he can find. Does he still leave Hershey’s Kisses wrappers everywhere?

        • Kurt Philip Behm

          He does...

          • Laura🌻

            👍🏻☺️



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