That Old House
Jay Chambers
Rusting doors,
Rotting floors,
Discolored siding,
And a sagging roof.
The appearance betrays,
The significance of,
That old house.
The old house,
Was home to so many,
It birthed many children,
And memories as well.
I remember the Christmas,
Where the first great-grand,
Made her debut,
Dressed in red,
Tiny and beautiful,
We all took turns,
Cradling her in our arms.
One of my earliest memories of that old house,
Is of a party,
With a large coconut cake,
And a large Fortieth Birthday Candle.
I ate many meals there,
Breakfast, lunch and supper,
All prepared with love,
By my Granny’s aged hands.
She’s gone now,
And the house sits alone,
Empty of everything,
Except memories and,
Rusting doors,
Rotting floors,
Discolored siding,
And a sagging roof.