In my parent's house there was a purple bedroom--one of many bedrooms in a house that I helped build back in 1976. Because it had 5 bedrooms upstairs, we kids were allowed to pick a room and choose the color scheme. Mine was not purple BUT the purple room is the only one that remained the same color in all the years we lived there so it was dubbed, "the purple room." Just last month my parents moved out of this house--it was getting too big for them. Saying good-bye to "home" was emotional and I found the ever-constant purple room to be representative of years of life and love and beautiful memories. So here's to the purple room.
Ode to The Purple Room
Years of living, of
hearts broken and
mended,
loves lost and
found,
of added
in-laws and grands
ever growing
around--
the purple room.
Occupants shifting, with
colors changing,
fresh
coats of paint and
perspective,
with added
laughter and tears
ever stretching
beyond--
the purple room.
Family going, and
coming yet not immune to
age
as years turn to
decades,
sagging depreciation;
so comes the finality
of saying
good-bye to--
the purple room.
A nice homage to childhood memories. :-)
ReplyDeleteLove this, Connie. Brought tears!
ReplyDeletelove the ebb and flow of contrast in this poem; brought me tears too.
ReplyDeleteEsp. love this line...fresh coats of paint and perspective...
Your poem is full of stability and continuity adding up to memories. I've moved too many times in my life!
ReplyDeleteWell, this is my parents' house and it is them that are finally moving out. Not my story. I too (along with my husband and 3 kids) have lived 3 different provinces, the U.S.(4 different places), Mexico, the Philippines (3 different places, Thailand (3 different places). But it was always good to return to what I always called, "home" in the little prairie town and to this house.
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