Cardboard Tombstone

AuburnScribbler

When I look out my window, the purple square does glare,

at me to ensure that I remember, to remain fully aware,

that the situation’s changing, prepare to say goodbye,

for twenty two years of life, surely does fly by.

 

These bricks and mortar, have been my heaven and hell,

where my tears rolled down, but also my heart swelled,

in scenes so vivid, it’s as if they happened yesterday,

though when I look at the clock, time does tick away.

 

So, I curtain twitch once more, to see the confirmation,

like a passenger does, in the waiting room at a train station,

then my mind turns its attention, to the prospective buyer,

hoping that they respect it, and not start a careless fire.

 

That would reduce it to ash, thus; killing its identity,

comes the shout, from my overbearing sentimentality,

it will be improved, not shattered, the agent does utter,

dampening the heat within, to remove my mental clutter.

 

But a lump in my throat, will naturally continue to grow,

with a saline deluge from my eyes, when it’s time to go,

and then look forward to wherever’s next, on my merry map,

to endeavour with life’s tasks, whilst fondly looking back.

 

For now, that for sale sign, is a cardboard tombstone,

as it marks the end of a chapter, of thirteen being home,

however, that label over time, will surely have to change,

as both in house and human, some hope can be rearranged.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 21st, 2022 11:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: It’s a trying time for my family and I, as our home for twenty two years, is now on the market with Purplebricks. Thus, we are looking for pastures new, to write some new “life chapters.” Of course, both my father and I, are getting sentimental about leaving number thirteen, but life does go on. So, here’s a poem, about how I’m feeling about it. The banner picture, that I have chosen, I find quite apt, as it’s either a sunrise or a sunset, thus, it could be the end of a day, or a chapter, but it could just as easy be, the start of a new one. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Reflection
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Comments3

  • orchidee

    Good write AS.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well!

    • Goldfinch60

      It can be hard when you move but the home that you have built in that house will be there for you in your new house Ben, that will not change.

      Andy

      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Andy, and thank you for your kind and encouraging words, I hope the same happiness can be with me in my new home.

        Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!

      • Bella Shepard

        Such a wonderful nostalgic poem. I love the allusion of a cardboard tombstone, putting to rest a part of your life always well remembered, and now looking to the future. I wish you joy wherever that future takes you!

        • AuburnScribbler

          Thanks for the read Bella, and I'm glad that you've enjoyed the way I have compared a for sale sign to an epitaph, though a bit melodramatic, but I have been here for so long.

          Thank you for your words of encouragement, and I hope that all is well!



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