Our Old House

Old house I miss our old house I miss walking up the wooden staircase after school in the summer To smell the air becoming more humid I miss seeing the cars of our grandparents Parked for a visit on the side of the front yard I miss the cats running on the floor And the poppies blooming I miss the blaring music on Sunday mornings Which frequently woke me from lazy dreaming To the smell of breakfast cooking and Dad talking in the kitchen I miss the strong coffee & constant chatter I miss the hot tub in the winter time And family gatherings I miss our old house