Just these past few weeks, Toppie has had to move out of his grandmother’s house, as the old place must soon be sold. Toppie thought this would be a good time to play a recording he did back in 2009, in which he takes you on a little tour of the home where his father grew up and where Toppie also spent so much time in over the years.
Home is so Sad
by Philip LarkinHome is so sad. It stays as it was left,
Shaped to the comfort of the last to go
As if to win them back. Instead, bereft
Of anyone to please, it withers so,
Having no heart to put aside the theftAnd turn again to what it started as,
A joyous shot at how things ought to be,
Long fallen wide. You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
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