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Home is Pheasant Hill Lane

A white house with blue shutters

It’s the love inside that matters

Mom, dad and their “space shuttle girl”

A little brother to adore

Land Before Time marathons and popcorn kernels jumping in the kitchen

Glow-in-the-dark stars that wish me sweet dreams from my bedroom ceiling

Home is Pheasant Hill Lane

A white house with blue shutters

It’s all the places to love that matter

A swingset for monkeying around, blanket forts for resting

The swimming pool that says, “Come one, come all.”

My fairy lair hidden within the backyard brush

Mom’s garden that grows our greens and Halloween jack-o-lanterns

Our favorite climbing tree

Home is Pheasant Hill Lane

A white house with blue shutters

It’s who surrounds us that matters

Memorized phone numbers dialed to say “Can you play?”

Grass stained feet pattering on sun-warmed pavement

Corn muffins and ripe fruit from the Francis family berry bush

Man hunt games forming shadows beneath the street lights

Snowflakes on our tongues before hot chocolate topped with Fluff mountains

Home is Pheasant Hill Lane

A white house with blue shutters

It’s the love inside that matters

Mom, dad and their “space shuttle girl”

A little brother to miss

Talk of growing up and growing old

Glow-in-the-dark stars that wish me sweet dreams from the “spare room” ceiling

Home is still Pheasant Hill Lane


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Published by Melissa Quimby

Melissa is a 4th grade teacher in Natick, Massachusetts. She can often be found with an iced coffee and middle grade novel in hand! Connect with her on Twitter & Instagram - @QUIMBYnotRamona.

2 thoughts on “Home

  1. Melissa, this is beautiful! I’ve put off writing about home because it’s so important to me and I’m afraid I can’t do it justice. Love the memories and sadness embedded in your reflection. It must have been wonderful to be with your parents for the weekend.

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