426 MacDonald Street

426 MacDonald Street

A Poem by Casanova
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a poem about my boyhood home and the memories we leave behind

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Sometimes when I go back to my boyhood home
that I lived in once,so far away,
old memories knock at the door of my heart
leaving me speechless, with little to say
 
There sits my Grandfather Leo
and my Grandmother Maude too,
old friends & relatives come to call
being dead, they look good I'll tell you
 
They ask me how I've been
how I look like my Dad as well,
soon music and laughter fill the room
tea freely given, good to think for a spell
 
But soon one by one they fade from view
the house of Memories is alone with me,
my eyes fill with tears of loved ones now
wishing I held each tighter, yet what will be will be
 
I can only go back now in my mind
a lesson from my heart for you to know,
to cherish those whose hearts are yours
before all you have left is memories for your soul

© 2008 Casanova


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Casanova
Casanova

outside of Kitchener, Ontario, Canada



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