Sheils Writes

So happy I took photos at my childhood home before it got cleaned out.

In this photo, I see walls, but I hear voices.  I see appliances, but I smell really good meals.  I see empty chairs, but I see my family in them.  I see that wine glass cabinet, I can hear the cork being taken from another bottle (or cap).  I see a sink, but I hear the water running off the last of the holiday dishes.  I see the bird clock, I hear the bird chirp on the hour.  I see the tea kettle, I hear it whistling from the other room.  Tea with Mom. Tea with Mom.

I am welled up with tears, choked up by my own memories.  I don’t like change but I have no choice.  It’s part of the cycle, I get that.  Doesn’t mean I have to like it, I will accept it.

I see a closed door. I see a new hand on the knob, opening it to discover their hopes and dreams that await them.  I hope they have many good memories someday too.

I’m lucky I lived here.