In our old house - {poem}
I wrote this poem a little less than two months after the death of my father, now more than 4 years ago.
Shortly before his death, we walked past the house of my youth. There we met new friends and reminded old memories. It was suddenly the basis for the actual farewell.Particularly guided in a way that could only be conceived by One. Breathtaking...
Poem about our old house
After two months of mourning
In our old house
I feel so at home again.
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