Building A Home - 3

Nafis Light

I had a dream once
when my father was alive
and I was still living in my hometown
and at a glance,
it was to work my way to preserve the house there
and live in a peaceful way
gradually giving meaning to each day
and the same for my family,
but after my father’s passing,
well…everyone’s into changing everything
in the sense of where and how they live
and the house there becomes
a remnant of the past.

 

- Joker Wood

  • Author: Nafis Light (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 28th, 2021 10:33
  • Category: Letter
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  • L. B. Mek

    'gradually, giving meaning to each day'..
    *Walls, can never contain
    the love and life, we imbue into them
    on their own
    that's why they look so pathetic and derelict
    to strangers;
    that's why, the most important *Walls
    we'll ever own, belong
    to that fist sized pump, keeping us alive
    and that's where we build
    our Permanent home,
    there-in, where we carry the legacy
    of all those that kind heart's
    that shared their warmth with us, forever striving
    to protect all those cherished memories, inside
    those pulsing *Walls...
    thanks for sharing,
    (I'm sorry for your loss)




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