(c) 2018 Edward York
There is a house where I once lived,
It's just a museum of memories now.
I remember the updates and repairs,
With sweat across my brow.
So much has weathered over time,
The front door still sports a crack.
The front steps have started to sag a bit,
Just like the deck out back.
The memories of each room I see,
Fills my heart with joy.
Like the room where our crib once stood,
When we brought home our baby boy.
I remember struggles to put him to bed,
All the bedtime stories I read there.
I remember how he fell asleep,
While we rocked in that wooden chair.
I remember all the times at play,
At the castle where he stood guard,
The puppy that he named Champ,
And lemonade stands in the yard.
A house is more than brick and wood,
It's where memories can be made,
And they remain a part of you,
If you don't let them fade.
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I never read poems with a copywrite.
You are entitled to read or not read as you see fit. After spending 45 yeas as a graphics professional, I can't overemphasize the importance of copyright protection. That, coupled with the fact that most social media sites, in their terms of service, tell you they will assume ownership of your content. They figure most people don't read the TOS. I don't know if any of these poems will ever be published anywhere else, but I do know many are published in my books on Amazon Kindle. To hold a copyright, I must affix it everywhere the work appears.
as you see fit.
Good write laser.Eh - copyright? Well, I read them. I think they are all copyright anyway for everyone.
Once again a lovely heart filled piece of work. Thank you.
Those memories are so special and take you back to wonderful times when you see something that triggers them as the house where you used to live has done in this wonderful write.
Laser,
A beautiful and relatable write! I will never forget where I was born and spent the first three years of my childhood! (On a small farm/vineyard with my paternal grandmother)! The best first three years of my childhood!
Thank you for sharing your memories!
~Laura~
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