Saying bye to a home
How do you leave a home that’s worked it’s way through the life of a family
A home that’s sat back and watched and waited to be loved again
As time after time it has been
How do you say goodbye to a home that fits around the years, of ups and downs
Of dreams and fears
How will I say goodbye to a home with a door that was always open to meet a
A tearful breakup, met with a house full of family love
And nothing travels better than family love
Family will remember the lovely different house.
Baby Jesus left early, as Mum and Dad moved in, Jamie insisted.
It was a porcelain cherub truth be told
And I hope Jamie hurts himself on another one this time
As we move Mum and Dad in, and they start extending, and Mum bleeds the radiator furthest away from the boiler xx