My Grandparents' House
a poem written in seventeen syllable verse




house along the road
brings back days of my childhood
memories so sweet


9 West Hawthorne Street
home of my grandparents, and
childhood vacations


huge old trees, white fence
a gate I used to swing on,
smokehouse in the back


wood stove in kitchen,
cellar door built in the floor,
cupboards were called "safes"


around the table
we all gathered for our meals
after the blessing


when I was a child
I thought this house was biggest,
grown, was just four rooms


there were apple trees,
wonderful flower gardens,
and Grandma grew grapes


green Elephant Ears
grew outside the kitchen door
along the stone walk


there was a porch swing
covered with a patchwork quilt
for eve'ning sittin'


memories so sweet,
growing up with grandparents,
their old house, and love



By susi Taylor (Texaswishr@aol.com)




 

 




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The image of the house was taken from an authentic photograph
of susi's grandparents' home.