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My house

My house

Could I stay here?
The house where I grew up.
The house where my parents raised me.
I had the whole house to myself.
No siblings could fight me?
Because I don't have any.
But could I stay forever in this old house that I love so much?
I wouldn't want anyone else to have it and put their touch.
I'll put mine and only mine and I know I sound selfish.
How is it that I'm so rooted in this place that some would find unfinished? 
I want to leave but at the same time I have a feeling it's got to be mine. 
Strange feelings can be felt and good and bad things happened.
We laugh here, we cry here, we argue here. It's a house!
But to me, this is my home, the only one I ever knew.
So do you think the former occupants would add me on the list?
Do you think they would let me refurnish, remodern, do my thing?
Because I really wish I can stay here forever.

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Tony Taylor

Hey SAM!!...so glad I ran across this today......I am going through something similar with my Mom's house....The house where I grew up (for the most part).....such powerful memories.....such emotional attachment.....this is a fine poetic questioning and takes the reader right along with you in this most compelling piece of poetic freestyle!!......ALL STARS!!.....well penned dear poet sister!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo  : ) 

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RG

What a nostalgic poem with so much attachment through good memories, I would kill to have these feelings about a home I grew up in. Beautiful poem . ~Rob

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RG

No thank you,  for yet another amazing write, I can't wait for the next one . 

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Sam Berry

Ah it takes some time you know ahah but thank you for the support :)

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