I did not grow up in this house

The one that is semi detached and the walls too thin

I grew up in one on a dead end close

Where a dog barked on its chain next door

I did not grow up in this house

The one with Edwardian fireplaces

I grew up in a bungalow on top of a hill with a school at the bottom

The Red, White and Blue hoisted high

I did not grow up in this house

The one with red brick

I grew up in an unloved Ottoman, a caretaker knocking on the door

I did not grow up in this house

The one with a wrought iron fence

I grew up in a Swiss one, in a village one farmer had never left

They come to me

There are others

As I sit in the house I did not grow up in.

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