My home for fourteen years, but, in your eyes,
It's termed a saleable commodity.
Absurd to feel defensive, but it's me
You're wounding when you pause to criticise
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'But, as a traitor, how can I explain To bricks and mortar that I love it still? ' Amazing poem 10++
hehe that is a reallly good poem i really enjoyed it awesome work
wow! ! how much we get attached to our home every inch of it.....very nice
An endearing tribute to a home which is surrounded by the house. As always Mary this is a little beauty.
I think it was Eliot who said that poetry is finding something to say about everyday things but saying it diffently and well. You have definitely acheived that with this piece. Reminding the reader of the value of a home which is not the same as the valuation of a house.
You are like my mom very who values memories of the past, keep it in her heart and always love antics because of it memorable history not value.Loved it.take my 10.
I've been there as well, Mary. You have spoken my exact sentiments. Thank you for showing me that I'm not the only one who grows attached to 'bricks and mortar'!
Oh yes, I've had a house like that and feel like that about this one. This is a brilliant poem and should be submitted to a magazine
another good sonnet i relate to, mary. just this morning i was talking with my brother and sister-in-law as we were on a morning walk about all that goes into the upkeep of a house. -glen