portrait of a house

Tell me, old house, of your youth. How many have lived here and how many remain? Is it the wood and glass that make you you or is it the life inside and around you that you hold dear? The trees and creatures that inhabit the land hold the memories of your time here. Where will you go when you are gone? Will the trees remember or will they go with you? Will the creatures remember? I sit and listen to you, absorb your wonder. For me that is enough. For you are here and alive but some day will be no more. Today we both are together and that is all that matters. Tell me, old house, of your golden years. Do the trees and owls keep you company as you creak and age.  You are my strength. With your age and wisdom I feel the quiet and I thank you for your gift of warm silence.

Portrait of a house

Hamidah Glasgow


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