If Only In My Memory
It's been so many years now
Since I've been back to the old home place.
So very long since I've seen
The glow of a smiling face.
I've been told the house is gone.
Wildflowers are growing in that space.
The old split-rail fence is tumbling down,
Fallen in total disgrace.
Still, in dreams, I see it.
Windows lighted up with cheer.
All the lovely flowers blooming
In the springtime of the year.
I treasure the joy of coming home.
If only in my memory.
Grandpa sitting by the open hearth,
Always singing joyfully.
Mama baking apple pies,
A very special time for me.
The joy of coming home.
Is my favorite memory.
Simplicity
By Mariannajo
© 2010 Mariannajo
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