Juli Freda Poet Free verse

I Miss the Old Home

After the street cars left, but before
the mill closed down, this was
home.  A mix of dirt roads and
brick buildings, so close together
in town, like children under a
blanket, huddled for warmth.
The farms so spread out, your
closest neighbor could be miles
and every time the farmers came
to town for supplies, they brought 
new children we never knew were
born, some almost a year old.
Long dresses were all the rage,
never show your ankles to a 
stranger.  When grandma wore
her housecoat to pull in laundry
we gasped at seeing her ankles.
Dust filled the air, blown 
around when the storm came
through, making it all clean
and muddy at the same time.
I miss the old home.

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