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My hubby took a photograph of my Mom’s house today. She’s been gone 10 years this year. I lived in that house for the first 30 years of my life. I sit here, sobbing as I write this. I miss her. She made that messy little house a home. It no longer has her heart so all it says to me now is house. Someone else’s house.

This is how it looks today:

This is how I remember it, including the explosion of flowers in the side yard:

Where have the years gone, my sweet Mom?

Just saw a picture of our place

Different appearance wrecked my calm

Did not recognize its false face


Not my home for twenty-six years

Broke my heart to see trees chopped down

No longer MY house it appears

Flowers gone too, just the bare ground


Made me so sad to see the change

Wish I could have it like it was

Why would someone make it so strange

It looks so barren, yes it does


Our home lives on in my mind’s eye

That’s the only place it exists

Look at the change and wonder why

Feeling of loss it still persists