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The Day the Sign Went Up
by Jane E PearceWe knew it was coming,
it had to- old bones and joints
are cheating you of your due.
But tomorrow isn't today,
and we rest, complacent
that it may never come to pass.
So many years, protected in your arms,
so many memories painted on your walls,
so many doubts about life without you.
Good Lord, will the others who come
love you and care for you as we have?
Will they be proud to know you?
Will they stay awake during a fierce lightening
and thunder storm, sniffing for smoke
in case you are struck?
Will you be warm enough in winter,
cool enough in summer,
dry in the rain?
Today, I feel your arms tighten about me,
tears ready to flow, my heart in resignation,
as they put up the sign-"For Sale"
I will remember always, the joys
you have shared with us- a new baby,
prom pictures, parties, reunions,
weddings, and solace in grief.
Yes, my shelter for forty three years,
I shall never forget.
04/28/2006 Posted on 04/28/2006
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 04/28/06 at 07:16 PM It is hard to give up a loved shelter...Charlie |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 04/28/06 at 09:44 PM i've moved alot in my short life.. and every move is difficult because its a finite close to a chapter in your life.. but it does give you a chance to reflect over the memories and the many lessons learned in that home.. i hope you can cherish the memories as you transition into a new season of your life :) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/29/06 at 02:15 AM What a loving tribute…with perspective and thought such as yours, I'm certain your shelter is writing a poem similar to you about you & yours…positively precious! —Jill |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 04/29/06 at 07:59 AM I truly like this Jane. I can't imagine living somewhere over 40 years. This is so loving and tender. Beautiful write. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 05/01/06 at 06:45 PM what a moving and intimate portrait you offer herein...this poem is perfectly dainty, like an old photo...each stanza as delicate as a petal...I share in the loss...all the best to you, knowing you are blessed to have so many loving years there...peace to u, *jewels* |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/02/06 at 04:40 PM Beautifully expressed Jane. I've yet to own my own home, but the day is eventually coming when my folks must sell theirs. A house they bought brand new when I was fourteen, and have been able to return to ever since. |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 10/13/08 at 02:02 AM Beautiful and I'm sure so many can relate to this as well. |
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