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The House Where Patrick Grew Up

Here is a great poem about the house where Patrick grew up.

In the House Where I Grew Up
by Patrick Connors

The kitchen table
In the house where I grew up
Was wooden, cold and stained

Came apart in the middle
Like so many ruined meals
And other realities hard to digest

Silences which say more than words can say
Furtive glances the only I love you
Support incomplete, bond left unspoken

When we left the house where I grew up
The kitchen table stayed behind
But the dining room table came with us

A place to spend and fear the holidays
An anchor to hold us to our past
When we did not know how to be a family

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This entry was posted on July 8, 2012 by in old house and tagged , , , , , , , , .
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