Leaks in ceilings,
Cracks in windows,
Dents in floors,
Despite it all,
This memory of a home is what I still find myself searching for.
Chips in furniture,
Frays in blankets,
Creeks in doors,
I see it all as I walk back through this mental tour.
Gaps in Curtains,
Holes in walls,
Empty drawers,
No fancy decor,
But in your home, I still never wanted more
Because you were there.
Even today,
I keep the path to your house
Locked away in my soul
To be remembered and passed on as folklore.
— Written by Sandy Heights
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