That house at the corner

That house at the corner

That was older than my mother

The one with the orchids

And statue of Mother Mary

 

Where I would love to run around

Where I would play hide and seek

Where I grew up in

 

I don’t recognize it anymore

 

That house at the corner

That had a little store at the front

The one with three tall trees?

 

There, outside

I would love to play

 

I would tend to the store

And steal small chocolates

As long as my grandmother wasn’t looking

 

I don’t recognize it anymore

 

That house at the corner

Where my family would come together

Every Christmas

New Year

Birthdays

And even a wedding

 

Loud laughs would echo through the house

Stomachs full of wonderful food

And the sound of small feet running around

 

I don’t recognize it anymore

 

That house at the corner

Now gone

Taken by the flood

Destroyed

By one storm

 

With it was my childhood

The place I grew up in

 

Now I don’t recognize

That house at the corner

It's only fair to share when you found something amazing right?Share on FacebookTweet about this on TwitterPin on PinterestShare on Google+Share on StumbleUponShare on Reddit

Comments

comments

You may also like

Leave a Reply