A Poem: My Grandma's House

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Graciously giving and forever welcome
Strength made from within, and felt throughout
Crystal sparkles caught by the sunlight shining in an effortless rainbow glow
Scents of cinnamon and safety with an embracement of warmth
Feelings of captured memories, and marked ceilings with height
Walls of mugs, placed by frames of familiar smiling faces
Floors used for sitting and sharing newspaper holiday special ads
Couches crammed, pillows placed, laughter shared
Cans of Pepsi, bins of pizzelles, blueberry bagels
Large open window opening up to a yard with a slanted hill
Grasses filled with colored eggs and footprints of those who played
Uniformed Goose perched, welcoming you in
Rusted key placed upon the breezeway door
Stairway paved with newspaper wallpaper, connected to a creaky rail
Mattress of where she rests, next to bedrooms once shared
White shingles, black shutters, small tree rooted
Where she reads,where the light glows in, where we all go.
My Grandma's House.

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