Friday, April 17, 2009

Napowrimo: Poem #17

For this poem I had a few ideas. I was gonna talk about missing a lover/boyfriend but then I was like, "I've done that", then I was gonna talk about missing a love one like my father but then I said, "I'm not in the mood for crying" then I had a like bulb moment and I was like AH HA and it came to me. Now this was a tearjerker for me as well because I REALLY do miss it but I like the end result so...ENJOY!

135th and Crocker

That’s the corner that tells the story of my childhood

If it was a movie you would see scenes

Of my sisters and I running up and down the streets of the neighborhood

A peach house with a burgundy roof

In between these walls was living proof

That real families still existed

This home is what I miss

The day we moved

I walked around to each room

To recall what was once there

The memories

Sent chills through me

Because the walls were now bare

And then the tears fell

And hit the floor

I wanted to mark this territory

Because no one could love it more

This was my home

And one day I’ll reclaim it

I’ll drive by

Look for a for sale sign

And it’ll be mine once again

I’ll be home again

And the walls will say

Welcome back old friend


  1. How lucky you are to have such warm memories of your childhood! I like the details in this poem!

  2. This is very moving Nura -- nicely written... ;)

    The pain of pulling up long developed and cherished roots is so very acute - you have expressed it quite well!


  3. My Daddy just sold the home I would apply this poem with. I haven't let myself grieve for that loss yet LOL. But I sooo understand where you're coming from.

  4. such a touching tribute to your childhood home. i know this feeling well.

  5. I moved a lot as a child, but my grandparents home is like this for me. I know some day it will be gone, and it will break my heart.

    I love your poetry, so I've picked your blog as a recipient for the Kreativ Blogger award! Congrats!