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A Little House of Memories

It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber,

with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

And driving up to park outside it,

each time I went there, 

was like the beginning of a new adventure.

I would always enter by the rickety side gate

and walk through that small garden she tended to on weekends, 

in the hope that one day it might become beautiful.

The back door gave entry to her tiny kitchen where,

sometimes she would be,

baking scones or some other treat for her and me

to have later with some coffee or cheap red wine.

It wasn't a well designed house.

The bathroom and lavatory and laundry

weren't where you might expect.

And most rooms were very small. 

But for the living cum dining room.

And her bedroom. 

I never counted all the rooms in that house.

I'm not certain I even saw all of them.

But all of those I did see 

were furnished and decorated with pieces that she

had shopped for at garage sales

and in second hand shops.

Except for those things she'd made herself.

There were pictures she had painted,

and other hand crafted knick-knacks.

And some bottles filled 

with interesting vegetable matter

embalmed in colourful oils and such.

It was a small house and a little quaint.

But beautiful.

And warm. 

Her bedroom was of a good size 

and her bed was large and sumptuous,

with a profusion of richly coloured cushions and pillows.

We'd discovered one another in that large bed,

in that good sized bedroom,

in that warm little house,

that still warms me with it's memories. 

For there was nothing inside that house

that she had not chosen.

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  1. Date: 5/29/2014 8:58:00 PM
    Well Red....loved this one...we miss seeing your poems. SuZ

    OMara Avatar Red OMara
    Date: 7/2/2014 10:28:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for the thought, Suz. Will drop by from time to time. Lot on, lately.
  1. Date: 10/22/2013 8:07:00 AM
    Still love this one, and miss you not being here, Red. soupmail.

  1. Date: 9/9/2013 4:22:00 PM
    Isn't it remarkable how women make a house a home? They add delight and purpose to it all. Allan

  1. Date: 7/30/2013 3:25:00 PM
    Quite the memory you have given to your readers. Great imagery and flow all the way through :)

  1. Date: 7/13/2013 5:42:00 AM
    Interesting prose story to read this morning..Very descriptive details..Enjoyed reading this morn..Sara

  1. Date: 7/10/2013 2:41:00 PM
    - A warm and cozy home filled with love and joy. - A beautiful poem Red! - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 7/9/2013 7:44:00 AM
    I think this is the first poem of yours I have read and I am priveledged to have done so. This is a piece you should be most proud of. Straight to my favorites.

  1. Date: 7/8/2013 3:34:00 AM
    Dear Red, it's a powerful thing to be able to carry those memories, even after the house has become just a shadow on a dog-eared photograph. Great to see a new piece from you. Hope you are well and staving off the winter's chill xxx

  1. Date: 7/3/2013 8:27:00 PM
    Great descriptions here - makes one grasp what this house means to you. Peace & Love Matthew Anish

  1. Date: 7/3/2013 3:02:00 AM
    This made me cry....I think I'll just keep doing that until the chocolate happens.....sniff sniff xxx

  1. Date: 7/1/2013 9:15:00 PM
    I sure enjoyed seeing this house through your eyes, Red. A very secure place it sounds like. I especially loved the ending. The last three lines outstanding.