Nanny's House Poem by Lori Boulard
Nanny's House
sweet house of memories
how precious you are
what year is it again
no matter
porch framed in flowers
the bench swing beckons
come sit a while
stay
inside family welcomes
smiling in black and white
photographs are everywhere
everywhere
the smell of bread drifts in
not by bread alone?
four generations I know
were
new family moving in
new childhood for you
as I grow ever
older
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4/19/2024 4:34:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice meditation on the call of home, any home that has meant something to us... Do houses have lives? Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for the beauty of memory here, Lori.