MY GRANDMA'S HOUSE

My Grandma's house was
Like a second home to me.
I can picture each room in it
In my mind so clearly.

She lived in a big house
On a hill, across from a cemetery--
Where her mother, father, and
A younger sister were buried.

Walk the short sidewalk
To the stairs on the side
Of the porch.  Through the
Front door after a 6 hour ride.

First was the living room--
Sleeper couch with mirror over it,
Easy chairs to match, TV on one end.
Next to it, a big deep chair where I loved to sit.

To the right, just off the living room was
The guest room where my folks stayed.
There was an archway that led from the living
Room to the dining room where we all ate.

Toward the back of the dining room,
Off to the right was where Grandma slept.
I loved going in there to see her lovely things--
And the picture of the Grandpa I never met.

To the left of the dining room,
Was Grandma's wonderful kitchen.
Lots of cupboard space, stove, small fridge--
And a small booth we never tired of sitting in.

The bathroom of the house was between
The two bedrooms.  There were linen cupboards here--
And one had no bottom--it was a chute to the basement
For dirty laundry, it was washed down there.

Off the kitchen were stairs to the back door.
There was a landing where you could go outside--
Or turn left and go to the basement.  That's where
Her old wringer washer and clothesline did reside.

There was a room behind a swinging door,
Off the main basement room.  It was
Filled with shelves of canned goods,
Or jellies and preserves in mason jars.

Grandma loved African violets--in the
Dining room window she had a wooden tray,
Connected to the window frame by a chain, and
All her violets were on display.

This was my Grandma's house--
I hope I never forget,
The memories of love, and happiness
That I carry with me yet.