My Grandmother`s House
When i`m troubled,and a friend i can`t find.
I go back to this wonderful place in my mind.
A place where the ages can not wash away.
The caring,and sharing that starts each new day.
I can forget my troubles,and leave woe behind.
When i`m back in that special place in my mind
My brother and sisters are searching real hard.
I`m hiding in my secret place in our yard.
In Spring the apple trees are ready to bloom.
No one is thinking of misery and gloom.
There is a river that flows by the back gate.
In the summer i`d swim,in the Winter i`d skate.
I could roam the mountains so happy and free.
I`m thinking no one will ever be as happy as me.
The odor of baking pies are still fresh in my mind.
They come from the same trees i used to climb.
When Autum is here, leaves turn yellow and red.
Sister Edith says mother nature is putting her children to bed.
Night has fallen. Mother is making us snug.
Daddy tiptoes into the room to give us a hug.
The room is now quiet. I can`t hear a peep.
The sound of the flowing river lulls me to sleep.
Now everything is still,and quiet as a mouse.
That place in my memory is my grandmothers house.
This poem is written in dedication to my paternal grandmother Susie. My grandmother`s house is one special place in my memory,in a rather chaotic childhood memory. I love you grandma!
This poem is written by Lois F. Payton
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