This house is very dear to me
Home of my mom and dad
Two sisters, three brothers
Now mine, I live here alone
But Gabriel is here each day
He is my only grandchild.
One day this house will be his
He was practically raised here
This house is his constant.
One evening, as we sat on the porch,
We talked about the house and
I asked him this question,
"Gabe, when you grow up and look
back on your childhood days
in this house that will one day be yours,
what will be your best memory?"
He thought awhile with a pensive look,
and said, "You."


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