Heather Williamson
Poetry on roots, love, life and faith
Tag: house
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Navenby
Our lovely first home together. Too small for a growing family, and in need of many renovations, but dearly loved and remembered. I think the many dreams and the continued longing come from the fact that we had to move away – and that it was with a brand new baby. Rather traumatic perhaps, but… Read.
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When I sleep
Why, when I sleep, do I returnLike a wound never healedTo a home I used to know?I walk the roomsAnd pick up trinketsNow covered in dustThat were once precious to meI stuff my pockets with themThinking “I am so gladI got to come backOne more time – To take away the treasure That meant so… Read.
My Wordly Wealth 