Wm Paul Poet Free verse

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.

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Anne-Lise Andresen May 13, 2012 at 10:52 AM The same thing I think when I drive past my childhood home. Everything is changed...sad. - oxox love Anne-Lise

Andrea Dietrich May 13, 2012 at 10:36 AM very nostalgic , bittersweet. I sometimes pass by the house where I once lived (the few times I get back to my home state) it's sad to think we are all gone from it now and dad is dead.