Thursday, October 14, 2010


The house that stood here
was big and white, and nearly a century old.
It had a  big kitchen, a walk-through bathroom,
And a small cold pantry where we kept the feral kittens.

There was an old barn beside it with a rotten floor,
And every night, except in winter,
Swallows flew in and out at twilight
Swooping and darting about, catching bugs.

There was an arbor with a grapevine
That we sat under in the summertime
And a lawn so big
It had to be cut in stages.

This is where we were living when I woke
My sister in the morning with a rocket ship's roar.
And this is where we were living when she
Married my friend from high school.

I forget how long we lived there.
Was it two years? Three?
Then we moved away from there
And thirty years later, the house is gone.

A housing development sits there now.
New houses with new memories.
But the houses don't make the memories.
It's the people inside them that do.


Mary said...

beautiful..I could picture the inside from just your words. Thanks for sharing.

Nancy said...

Doesn't it feel strange to go back to a place where we once lived and find it gone, with a new building there? It makes me sad when that happens. That is a beautiful, touching post.

Judith Richards Shubert said...

Thank you for such a beautiful picture in words, Bill.zx