May 1991
What I like to call my moms house
Is passing to another age,
Mine Memories,
My Memories,
With remembrance of early youth,
As always,
Merge with now,
It changed,
As I grew,
By my father hand.
Then stayed as haven 'till we sold it.
Pop passed 'bout 30 years back,
Moms been gone but 3,
I'll still go to the old environs
And watch it change again.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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