Grandfather House Poems

Baby GG is in the house
Born in beautiful month of March
Between winter and spring
No snow was on the dry grass
Gorgeous buds were emerging
And a new...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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As I stand before this old, dilapidated house,
A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, 
With its walls painted grey and white,
And the plaster bearing...

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“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house,
 can you hear the whispering? " 
         ...

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The season, spring year 2031. 
One year went by and 
Delilah was 4 months pregnant 
When Molly Was 6 months 
pregnant. Other Then that, the
passed...

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The nest is never empty
A fluttering of feathered feelings
Stirring dust motes of memory,
That empty spot on the wall
All that space in the closets
Full of snowstorms...

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Grandfather's house, knocked to the ground - to dust:
The windows wept when the bulldozer came
Timeworn and dirty and wheezing black smoke,
Just like the drab mills...

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We spent the day at Grandpa’s house.
At bedtime, as we would often do,
By the fireplace we did rendezvous
While Grandpa stoked his corncob pipe.

When he leaned...

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Once upon a time 
a monster came to my house!


He climbed up my stairs, and 
opened my door!


He sat down in one of my chairs,
and...

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The house feels empty now 
Your legacy here, but the spirit is gone 
The ice cream we’d always share, I would always make fun of...

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Day pulses within budding blue eyes.
She lays solo in the rickety bed -
a hand-me-down from a cousin removed.
Dust bunnies swirl and dance overhead
in the early...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Madison belonged to my grandfather 
a decaying house a legacy left by him to me.
As I approached her I could see a part of the...

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Here I stand- 
in front of a forsaken farmhouse;
Reminiscing how it used to be
a once warm abode
Goats and chickens cheered in unison
When grandmom yelled for...

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While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty...

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