The house that sits on Westcroft hill...

Hello Beeple people,

March Madness. Every year, the month of March seems to bring significant changes in my life. Deaths, births, challenges at work, new stimulating projects, life decisions, etc. Good or bad, March always serves me a nice platter of change. This year was no exception. For the past few weeks, I have been focusing my efforts on dealing with the ending of a particular chapter in our life, Philippe and I. It is quite a positive change for us but also, an emotionally charged one: that of his childhood home being sold two years after his mother's passing. A home that meant the world to him. Packing up, I was overwhelmed by the memories while at the same time, breathing  sighs of relief as we were leaving the house to focus on our own lives and also, as we were leaving the house in the care of a new loving family. One who fell in love with it and who will treat it as well  and do it justice as Philippe did. 

Walking back home from work one evening, I caught myself thinking of this bitter sweet transition that was hovering over me and a poem started to write itself in my head. What a great idea, I thought, to bid the home a proper farewell as it liberates Phil and I to new adventures.
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The house on Westcroft Hill

The house that sits on top of Westcroft hill
Though now empty, shines for you still
And as I look into your green eyes
I can almost see the memories rise
 
The home that saw you first as boys
That held the space for all your toys
A shelter to you and all your dreams
Twas many moons ago or so it seems
 
The front door that was never locked
Like the comforting pier where everyone docked
Welcomed many at any hour of the night
Friends dropping by for a fresh muffin bite
 
The basement is now lonely and awaiting its guests
For what new generation will greet its new nest?
The sturdy furnace, for now, at your service
Still adjusts to your demands until further notice
 
The pool and garden send their farewell
For the summers of beauty that were under your spell
The grass that you cut and the flowers you grew
A paradise of flora that all the birds knew
 
Even the wooden high maintenance deck
That was a royal pain in the neck
Sends a grateful wave of respect
To the faithful hands that transformed its wreck
 
And the dishes too, will never forget
The splashing soap and water that they met
When you arrived to see them stacked
You were the bus boy they wanted back
 
The house knows you are soon leaving
As we are slowly easing its heavy heaving
Thanks to this home for the tears and laughter
As giant page turns to close this chapter
 
To it you were loyal, to it you were kind
You became its saviour while accepted the grind
 
You’ve seen and memorized its years of glory
And now it’s ready for another story
As we shut the door and hand in the key
Its silence and peace will now set you free...

By: Ivana Lemme copyright March 2016

What about you, dear reader? Have you been going through March Madness as well? 

Bee free, always xx



​P.S. Here's the last pool hang out we had two years ago for those who wanna reminisce.