Adieu
To bid adieu to my childhood home,
These walls that hold my stories,
These floors that know the sound
Of my childish, bare feet running.
These windows that know the dreams
Of innocent eyes looking out into the rain.
To bid adieu is an impossible thing.
So, as I gently bring my motor to life,
I say, So long, see you soon,
Though it feels like soon may not come soon.
This, my childhood home—
A refuge and an oasis
Of love and nourishment
In a season of uncertainty.
I can only say so long;
See you later.
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Poeticdiplo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I’ve spent a few glorious days with my parents in the home I grew up in. I wrote this poem as I was departing, harder with every visit.
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This seems not only a real visit to the past but an adieu to childhood itself that we all must leave and only memories remain. Nicely penned
Thank you. This home holds the very essence of my being. I like your perspective that my poem is also bidding adieu to childhood itself…hadn’t thought of it that way.
You are most welcome
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