House of Grandma

HOUSE OF GRANDMA Huge house of Grandma once in grandeur and pomp ran full of kin, cousin, relatives. The staircase leading to roof had a beautiful banister The residence was my birthplace. So far, I remember on my visit, when I was four Grandma put a flyer under the porch of the house. Flyer was a dazzling golden satin designed by herself with sparkling spangles and red rosette at corners showing ‘Welcome Little Princess’. Onward whenever I visited, I saw that hanging in same gorgeous glow. She died when I was seventeen. I reminisce her deep affection After fifty years I revisited the decaying house now left under caretaker. Door window in broken condition: Rusted latch in gate. Garden Once bloomed mostly in white flowers spreading pellucid placid calmness now full of feral ferns, wild weeds, thorny bushes. Most expected scenario. I was not shocked yet sighed. Whelmed to see the flyer still hanging and shows ‘Welcome Little Princess’. Gentle zephyr whispers. . Sun rays making network of shadows through cracked lattice. Flyer though pale, dusty, bland, spangles still in shimmering sheen. The decaying house welcomed me though Grandma had left. I wept. 07/18/20 Second Place 'Decaying House' Contest by Constance La France