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A Little House of Memories

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A Little House of Memories

It was a lovely little house.

Built of white painted timber

and with a gabled roof clad in green tin,

it had never been a rich person's house.

It was her house. 

Driving up to park outside it,

was, each time I went there, 

like the beginning of a new adventure.

I would always enter by the rickety side gate

and walk through that small garden

that 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 colourful 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 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.

And it 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: 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.