Saying Goodbye

By luigi_pagano

Thu, 07 Jan 2021
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I am saying goodbye
to my current abode,
a Victorian house
that my aunt bestowed
to her favourite nephew
who happens to be me.
 
Some reasons I'm going
to name but a few:
the walls affected
by damp and mildew
and, in the rear garden,
a dying birch tree.
 
I will take with me
a Persian floor rug,
a stained-glass door
a vintage Toby Jug
and leave the rest
to the vendee.
 
You may think
that I am silly, I bet,
to give stuff away
but do not fret;
they were paid for
and aren't free.
 
There is one thing
for which I'll grieve.
One item I treasured
and have to leave:
an antique and ornate
front door key.
 
© Luigi Pagano 2020
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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Luigi,

this poem really struck home, reminded me of the sadness of selling my parents house and shutting the door for the very last time before moving on, leaving all those fond memories of growing up, but also a lot of sorrow too.

A moving poem for the I P indeed.

Jenny. xx

 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It is a wrench leaving a house in which one has lived for many years, perhaps with loving parents, and one with happy memories. I moved a few times but I can still recall my first abode. It wasn't a Victorian villa but a former almshouse that needed a lot of work to convert into a habitable residence. Now, after further refurbishments by subsequent owners, it is an expensive and sought-after house in the countryside.

Luigi xx

 

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

A couple of years ago I left the house I'd lived in for 23 years and sold my late mother's flat within a couple of weeks of each other.  You capture those feelings so well.  I recently called round to my old house to collect some post which had somehow found its way there, and it was actually lovely to see how the present young owners had made it their own.  The old place looked happy and ready to welcome a new family on their journey!

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Years ago I went back to my stamping grounds and, travelling on a bus, I happened to have a quick glance at one side of my first house and noticed that a breeze-blocks Spanish wall that I had built was still standing.
I felt quite proud of my workmanship. smiley

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

No place like home. I haven't done this and I hope I never will.

Cheers Luigi! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Cheers, Tom.

Regards, Luigi

 

Submitted by marandina on

Some lingering images captured here - just lovely

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Thanks for your kind words, Paul.

Best, Luigi

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

I enjoyed this Luigi and I can really imagine being attached to a beautiful key. I have a love/hate relationshiip with my current house and I know I'll be upset when I move, which will be in the next few years. I have a recurring nightmare about moving house.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Moving house can be quite an upheaval, Jane, and on occasions the cause of domestic friction. What to take or what to leave behind is one of the most debated points. Add to that the aggravation of a removal company being late or going to the wrong address and it can turn into a nightmare. Memories of a place vary depending on happy or unhappy - sometimes sad - experiences. The more times people relocate, the more they become used to the fact and they take it in their stride.
Anyway, I wish you all the best with your change of abode when the time arrives.

Luigi x