My Sister’s Home

On By Lauren Scott, AuthorIn Poetry

I walk through the front door,
and with each step,
a memory embraces me
like a warm hug of sweet nostalgia,
chatter and laughter echo in my mind
leading me to the framed photos
on the ivory walls that come to life –
savory and sweet aromas whirled
from kitchen to living room enticing palates,
the television stayed on for background noise
(when back then, streaming
brought only thoughts of calm, flowing water)
the vision of mom’s lovely smile,
the music of dad’s chuckle,
what I would give
for another moment to be with them –
the enchantment
of seven grandchildren running around
wearing huge smiles,
their giggles following their footsteps –
before the lawn was laid
and array of blooms were planted
and the concrete basketball court was poured,
nothing but earth in the backyard –
she’d relax on the chaise beside the new pool
a million laps later,
the turquoise still glimmers –
fond memories of those chapters
stay cozy in the walls
in the cracks and crevices
over the passing of time
among the fleeting minutes…
I step through the door, and it feels like home.

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97 thoughts on “My Sister’s Home”

  10. A profound poem that speaks to the journeys we have taken. I have discovered that as I age, I tend to look back at memories more frequently. I recognize that this behavior is often driven by a desire to reminisce about past experiences. When I reflect on my life, I find meaning in the journey I have taken. I have read that memories serve as a way to connect with our past selves, understand how we have evolved over time, and appreciate the milestones we have achieved. Revisiting memories provides me with a sense of comfort, nostalgia. I celebrate the people and moments that have shaped me into who I am today.

    1. Thanks so much for your lovely words, Rebecca. Lately, I’m feeling nostalgic which of course leads to writing. I’m one of three daughters, but my two sisters are a decade older than me and only nineteen months apart in age. So, in essence, they were raised as twins, and I was raised as an only child. And yet, we were close, and still are to this day. In my childhood, my parents moved a lot, but when one of my sisters was married in 1971, she and her husband remained in the same house all these years. So, I was thinking about her house the other day, and this poem was born. So many great memories live within those walls, and of course, those were the times when my parents were alive. Everything you wrote I found myself nodding in agreement with. Thanks again for adding to the conversation. ❤️

  17. Lovely sentiments, Lauren. Memories are powerful things (especially those of aromas wafting from the kitchen!). What’s left of my family is scattered and estranged, and there’s no connections anymore. However, I received a letter from my dear aunt (my late mom’s younger sister) today and it brought back a lot of memories. Family is important, and sometimes we never really realize this until our families no longer exist. I’m so glad you have these wonderful memories of your family. Your poetic brilliance has crafted a sublimely reminiscent piece here, and it brought a sense of happiness to me while reading it. Thanks so much for sharing your memories with us, my friend. 😊

    1. Thanks so much, Mike. Yes, memories are powerful, especially those wafting from the kitchen! I am so sorry about your family being estranged and disconnected, but did the letter from your aunt bring back good memories? Do you stay in touch with her? I agree with you. It’s like the old saying, “We never know what we had until it’s gone.” Although my family has always been close, flawed and tense at times, but close, so not having that parental foundation is really strange and final. Your kind words warm my heart and always encourage me to keep writing. And I’m so glad that my memories brought a sense of happiness to you. Mission accomplished for me. Thanks again, my friend. ❤️🤗

      1. I hadn’t heard from my aunt for a couple of years. She doesn’t have a computer, so no email. I have no phone due to deafness, and I can’t drive anymore, so snail-mail is the only way to communicate with her. Too much times goes by between letters, alas. It was good to hear from her, especially since she’s 79 years old. She and I will be in touch more often. Time moves so quickly, you know? 

        Thanks for your kind words, Lauren, and keep bringing the light, my friend. 😊

      2. I’m glad she reached out and that you’ll stay in touch more often now, Mike. I know, it’s amazing how fast time flies. It’s so cliche, but so true. And thanks always for your kind words. They mean a lot to me. ❤️

  18. Such a lovely poem Lauren. We can feel the atmosphere and the love in your lines. Memories have their own way to take us back in time and we can feel like yesterday the warmth and happiness that blessed us. 🧡

  19. This is such a heart-warming poem, Lauren. You really captured the sensory experience of revisiting a familiar place that used to be home so vividly – and the feelings that come with going back home too. Such memories can indeed be like a warm hug…and we feel cozy going down memory lane. Great piece of writing 😊💕

    1. Thanks for your lovely comment, Mabel. I’m so glad you enjoyed my walk down memory lane through my sister’s home. She and my brother-in-law hosted many family gatherings and the memories are still vivid today. I appreciate your wonderful words and I’m happy you enjoyed this cozy journey. Thanks again! ❤️🤗

      1. You are welcome, Lauren. They sounded like family gatherings to remember. Hope you get to go to more of them soon and soak in the moments. Hope you find inspiration for more cozy poetry 🤗❤

  24. A beautiful heartfelt nostalgic poem down memory lane. This line ‘what I would give for another moment to be with them’ strikes a chord! We never stop missing them! : )

  25. Thank you for this perfect poem, Lauren!

    In Ontario (&much of Canada) it’s “Family Day” today.

    It’s like you wrote this poem just for me.

    Have a beautiful week ahead!

    HAPPY PRESIDENT’S DAY!

    🌺💐❦❦❦

    1. Aww, thanks, Resa, and who knows? Maybe there was some mental telepathy going on! 🙂 I’m glad you liked this poem. I’ve been in a nostalgic mood lately, and so I wrote!
      Enjoy your day! We’re off today, but it’s storming so not a good day for being outside. At least we’re warm inside. Hugs, and have a great week ahead too! ❤️☔️🌧️🌂🌈🩷🌻

    1. Thanks, Pooja. I’m glad you enjoyed my walk down memory lane. My sister’s home when she was married was a big part of my family’s gatherings because they’ve lived in that house since 1971; it holds all the memories. 🩷

  27. “I’ve been in a nostalgic mood lately…” My old hometown of Diamond Springs (next to Placerville) brings back similar types of memories on occasion, Lauren. Sometimes it is good to just let them roll!

      1. I always make sure I make a trip up to Placerville/Diamond Springs when I am visiting in Sacramento. Did I mention that I earned my money for college by driving a laundry truck between Placerville and Lake Tahoe six times a week. I always thought what a great job I had to drive that beautiful route.

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