walls were seasoned with years of family banquet air stirring with echos of times spent happily dust settled heavily as to cake moments forever windows not hiding the fact that we did live there
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
remembering my grandmother's kitchen when I was a child
steve1223adelaide, South Australia AustraliaAug 16, 2011
Great first posting. If you're getting your feet wet after a long time, just keep on wading in. This is what makes a house a home.
Poetnumber1St James, Port of Spain Trinidad and TobagoAug 16, 2011
Beautiful first poem Piccaboo,it was a delight to read,i like the naturalness of this write,something that we all can relate to,hope to hear more from you in the future,Bravo..
RedexNorthumberland, England UKAug 16, 2011
I liked this glimpse, it felt warm and loving
Macduff5Newcastle, New South Wales AustraliaAug 16, 2011
Hi Picca,
Those memories last forever. You never forget houses.
I love the LIVED in home.... It must have been amazing... thank you for sharing.
piccaboo3865OPedgewood, Maryland USAAug 16, 2011
Thank you all for your wonderful comments. It was my grandmothers house, the only real home I'd had. Everyone automatically gravitated to the kitchen and throughout the day family members would come and go, eating, talking and lots of laughter. And my Gran would cook all day long. Gosh, the greatest of memories.
elo777santa cruz, California USAAug 16, 2011
wonderful poem.....elo..
_CRUSHCRAFT_Bonham, Texas USAAug 16, 2011
EarlgreyteaLimassol, CyprusAug 16, 2011
i liked this, nice and homely, thanks for sharing...
piccaboo3865OPedgewood, Maryland USAAug 16, 2011
Thank you to all. I appreciate the comments. It has been a long time since I've written anything I was very nervous it putting this up, but I'm glad I did. The first one is the hardest.
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rob
Those memories last forever. You never forget houses.