9 Olivia Christensen What was comforting and warm Is now desolate and uninviting. The walls, once vibrant with different shades, Have since been painted over. The bright purple verbena along the fence line Will no longer bloom. The place where I was raised And where part of my soul remains Is no longer mine, Yet the memories still linger. Notice where the red oak banister is cracked, And know that was fromme. Admire the stickers stuck to the bedroom door, And know that was fromme. See the notches in the kitchen archway, And know that was fromme. Lastly, please know, That part of my heart And my soul remains, Where I may never go again. home
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