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That House, Again

West B Street


Long ago

In a small place

And in that small space, hearts beat secure and life melted in cozy comfort

Time passed, seasons changed, morning sun beamed shining perfection,

Then night came

Summer poured into fall, golden supreme

Evenings masked perfect – not dark, but day not yet gone

Those precise hours spent together in place with souls of a still town

And in that house, love rained down

Steadfast even with the night freight train running upon it

Memories sweetened by peace and past,

Now miss those barriers against the outside world

Love melted, expanded in the west sun,

Cooled anxiety on a shaded porch

Love within, never knowing that one day would come

And all would be swept away.


14 thoughts on “That House, Again

  1. Beautifully written, Lana! So many well-turned phrases here. I love the juxtaposition between the changing of the seasons and the changing family.

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