POEM (054) That ole house

That ole house

This ole house, holds it all,
the family, the life, the brawl.

This ole house, has my life,
love, happiness rife.

This ole house, clings to my memories,
the raspberries, the music, the trees.

This ole house, hides my mind,
the past inside the find.

This ole house, once rang with family,
of friends, of laughter, not calmly.

This ole house, brought us together,
binding, holding forever.

That ole house, my second home,
lost, abolished, alone.

That ole house, that timid mouse.
Gone.