Watching the children’s faces light up as they walk through the house I grew up in and imagine it as their own. As they pick out who will have my bedroom. As they picture eating at my kitchen table that we’re leaving for them. As they ask where the bus stop is. As they gasp in admiration at the game room. As they smile at the trampoline in the yard. As they begin to feel home.
Unsent letters you’ll never read & broken words I can never speak out loud. A compilation of Freeverse writing and poetry by Courtney Hope.
Broken Narratives 