walls colored an ordinary beige
braided rugs
ruffled curtains
heirlooms, pictures, things ....
memories not mine
here in this foreign room
I quickly take it in
as I paint a picture of my family here
My treasures
my loves
socked feet sliding on hardwood floors
colors..... ruby red, rich chocolate brown, creamy white
lazy winter days curled up under soft blankets lost in a good book
the laughter of my children
bouncing off the walls and into my heart
memories to carry with me always
yes
I can see it ......
7 comments:
SO good! That's a lovely picture within a picture.
Loved that part about the children's laughter bouncing off the walls and into your heart. I should think of my walls that way...
Oh, Tina! Your home feels so warm to me. These words made me miss the days when the boys were small. Time flies when your having fun :)
I can see it also...warm and rich. I like it.
Oh the joys of house hunting. Thank God that portion of my life is over and settled. I had never done it on my home prior to this spring. I sold my home alone and bought this one. It is scary because with one income and with very little choices in my town, I was scared. I endured that "fear" alone and would have loved someone to be in the boat with me.
It's exciting but nerve racking at the same time...especially with time constraints and the possibility of being homeless (selling one and not having one to buy).
I wanted to reply to your comment on my blog but you have your no-reply commenter set in blogger. My first thought was if your struggle was with your son. I've not been on your blog in some time to see if there is anything new there.
Thanks for your sweet comment. I felt a kindred spirit when you said you hate bushes in front of houses too. :-)
sweet blessings,
Paula
I agree with L.L., the laughter bouncing off the walls makes the room come alive.
living room...yes?
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