Home Sweet Nothing - Poem by Laura Milner
For years this house has held sentiment in its palm,
Whether we've been panicked, cosy or calm.
It's gardens hold memories, bones buried deep in soil
Rotten apples falling, the grass a deep royal
green and sparkling with glistening droplets of dew,
We'll exhume the past together
and skim pebbles across new
water that stands still
A living blanket of recollection
Objects will move
packed away in dusty cardboard.
Taped up and cushioned...
another step towards
the certain romanticisms recognised from objects hidden away
The change is coming,
it may just arrive today
The tears will fall
Though we'll seize this new trial
For here is change
and with it
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