Thank you...

How do you thank the ground and stones?

How do you repay years of protection?

When I’ve known a thousand homes,

but none like this...

sanctuary without exception.

How can I thank four walls, a roof?

How can I thank a yard?

How do I offer the handless proof?

or give thanks to the sightless...

with all my regard?

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Moving away

It is my last day in my old house

It’s empty now, and everything’s gone

And the house echoes a lot

Like vacant memories ringing from bare wall to bare wall

I’m sad and I can’t help it

This is my house

This is where I grew old alone

This is where grew my heart of stone

And had it shattered

By a thousand warm hugs and cups of coffee

This is how I learned to be human

Moving away is hard

This was the first place I called home

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