My Home of Old - Poem

I was in need of a poem this week and when I sat down to write, after a few minutes, a poem was composed on the topic of "revisiting to our old home." Now, of course, one may think, as did I, when I started writing out the lines, that this concept would be referring to Yerushalayim and Mashiach and about how much the Jewish Nation, wishes and longs to return to their ancestral homeland.  

However, in the end the idea came out to be that our narrator would be thinking about his childhood home, or be standing in front of it, many years after he moved out and he would feel a sense of longing, as if he wanted to return back to those glorious, innocent days and to live in his childhood home once again.

But, alas, he cannot. He lives in a different time now, those old memories are gone, only to exist in his mind.

As I finished off the poem, a nasty spout of writers block hit me and I could not complete the poem in the way I wished to. After struggling for probably two hours to compose another concept, for a different topic, I had a burst of clarity and felt my mood relax as the final pieces of my "home poem" gently fell into place.

I hope you enjoy the finished result,

All the best,

Yitzy Schweitzer

My Home of Old - Poem

The memories, still so bright,
Still so real, so vivid,
I could almost reach out and touch the thought,
Yet, I realise, I can’t really do it.

I still believe,this place is my home,
Even though I don’t live here anymore,
Still feel as though, I would be welcomed back,
If I would only knock on the door.

But, fondly, with a slight smile,
I make peace with the past being on the other side,
While I wish to return, ultimately I must stay in the present,
But when this memory visits again, I’l enjoy the ride.

I am now in a new space,
Moving forward on times’ journey,
My memories are special, because, like I’ve said before,
They are the memories made for me.

But, now, that’s all they are,
Fondly recalled points of another lost time,
Found in the pages, and pictures, in the songs and stories,
But, above all, found, deep within the mind.