Grandma's House
In Pennsylvania
In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street
Is a childhood
A girl in the backyard on a starry night that smelled of sweet grass
small hands gripping a large glass, hot on the trail of glowing fireflies
Or sitting in the kitchen under a green glow as nimble fingers
Strung together beads of faith with grandma
The glow of the streetlight shone through the yellow room I once shared with Mom when we visited
And the other room,
The blue room,
Where once the girl fell out of bed in the middle of the night and met the wood floor.
And in the middle of childhood, in the living room, two tiny faces lit from the glow of Zorro closed their tired eyes.
And all the while the house watched
As life came
And went
And stayed, and visited and reminisced
of a childhood and it's memories
In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street
In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street
Is a childhood
A girl in the backyard on a starry night that smelled of sweet grass
small hands gripping a large glass, hot on the trail of glowing fireflies
Or sitting in the kitchen under a green glow as nimble fingers
Strung together beads of faith with grandma
The glow of the streetlight shone through the yellow room I once shared with Mom when we visited
And the other room,
The blue room,
Where once the girl fell out of bed in the middle of the night and met the wood floor.
And in the middle of childhood, in the living room, two tiny faces lit from the glow of Zorro closed their tired eyes.
And all the while the house watched
As life came
And went
And stayed, and visited and reminisced
of a childhood and it's memories
In a quiet town, in the red house on the corner of the street
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