The house echoes.
Drapes she made hang on the windows,
the last pieces of her here,
except
the lingering scent of bread baked
months ago, as
her last messages of appreciation,
her last independent acts.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Houses have hearts and personalities, given from bygone inhabitants.
It’s an odd little house. I hope the new folks are happy there.
So good – and hope the new owners like it and hope you like the new place
We’re still in our place.
It’s my parents’ home that has sold, following my mom’s death in June. My poor husband has been doing lawn work over there for 5 years. What will he do with himself with only one yard to deal with? lol
Oh sorry for your loss- and wow – big changes for everyone but especially not having to do the lawn over there – 🌸🌸🌸
It’s hard letting go, but you will always have your memories.