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Peachtree Lane

Peachtree.
Neighborhood and community.
Family next door.
A home, filled with a quiet kind of love.

The smell
of
freshly baked pies and cakes.

The smooth surface
of
that light brown kitchen table.

Countless hours
talking, laughing, eating
convening.

creaky stairs
central heating and a/c
bedrooms, enough for all of us to have space

Sunroom.
green, serene.
Sunlit
Muted peaceful days.

A lovingly tended garden
Fresh blackberries from the wild fields
Peaches and honey suckle straight from the tree.

Carefree, timeless, Haunted.
Blink.

14 birthdays, family gatherings, and holiday seasons
Blink again.

A decade is gone
and soon,
everyone moves away.
I guess things just change.

Familial love.
my heart still lives on peachtree lane

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