The home a child grows up in can hold loving memories. It may seem like the building is what made the home but really it is what goes on inside. You are raising your children in a building. Your children may have fond memories of that building. It is what you are doing though that will give your child the happiness they feel inside the building. I wrote this poem many many years ago. I am not a poem writer but when my mom gave this to me the other day, I wanted to share it with you all.
My House on Lambright
There is a little house,
That lives on Lambright Road,
And as it was being made,
It remembers it was told.
“We are making you for a family,
That’s excited as can be,
They had you specially made,
And just you wait and see.
They will fill your walls with pictures,
Your rooms with lots of joy,
There will be a mom and two girls,
And one very special boy.”
When the family moved in,
The house couldn’t believe,
The happiness it felt inside,
And prayed they’d never leave.
Then one day the family left,
They said with a bright smile,
We are not selling just renting,
We will be back in just a while.
The house was very sad,
To see the family go,
It wondered how long,
It would take them to know.
How much it missed their company,
Their laughter and their cheer,
It wanted its family back,
And shed a great big tear.
The paint outside started to peel,
And the carpet got very old,
The renting man put a hole in the wall,
And this he never told.
Then one day the family came back,
The house was on cloud nine,
It knew deep down inside,
This family will always be mine.
The children grew through the years,
The house was very proud,
To see them growing up so strong,
It just wanted to shout out loud.
“I love this family very much,
And I know that someday soon,
These kids will be going on their own
And leave some empty rooms.
But I’ll stay strong for their Mom,
I’ll guard her day and night,
When she’s feeling lonely and sad,
She’ll know that she’s alright.
My walls will hold the memories,
Of every laugh and cry,
She’ll remember all the happy times
And the blessings she held high.”
Then one day the mother found,
A very special man,
The heard that she would leave
As they married hand in hand.
The house was very sad again,
But knew it shouldn’t be,
It had served the family well,
And knew that they would see.
The love it held for them inside,
Would never go away,
And if another family came,
And tried to stop and stay.
It would never open all its rooms,
The same way it did before,
For a new family could not replace,
The family it loved more.
The house is waiting now,
As patiently as it can,
Because it knows a special secret,
That someone has a plan.
For when the children left,
They were gone like One, Two, Three,
But the youngest smiled and said,
“I’ll be back you wait and see”.
You see I loved the house on Lambright. In my poem I am telling the house I will come back. I thought the house held all my happiness and memories. My husband at the time was military and we moved often. I was also often alone. He would deploy for 6 months at a time. One place we lived for 4 years and he was gone more than he was ever there. So for me at the time I was remembering my childhood in this home. I remembered I never felt lonely. I remembered that laughter and fun.
Yes this house held all those memories….but it was my mother who build them. It was my mother who gave them to me. It was my mother who made me not feel lonely. Going back to a building may feel good for a while…but it was my mother who I missed.
You are building your child’s memories right now. You are their house. Spend time with them and give them the happiness they can hold onto when they are adults. They will look back and remember like I did when things are hard. It will give them strength. It will give them encouragement. They will remember the LOVE you put into them. They will cherish it.
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