This House~

This is a farewell poem to the house I've always known as my Grandpa's. He's moving, and I'll really miss the old place. The scents, the view, the cozy fireplaces. I'll never forget it... {This picture is actually the view of the frozen lake from his back porch.}

I pause in the doorway

And look around...

Echoes of days passed

Waft and surround...

I see images,

Pictures in my head...

See faces, hear voices,

Remember things said.

The flicker of the burning

Flames in the fireplace

On a cold winter morning,

Warm on my face.

The smell of wood smoke,

The view of the lake,

I'll miss these iconic

Things with an ache.

I used to play here

Hide-And-Go-Seek:

In the small pantry,

The door betrayed me with a creak. 

Bonanza on television,

Ducklings on the water,

I splashed in the shallows,

A content granddaughter.

Memories made with my

Sisters and brothers

At that camp on the lake,

Different from others...

With slow regret,

I close the door

And step from the porch,

 Look back a time more.

For the place has been sold,

Passed to another...

Farewell to the house

Where once lived Grandfather.  

© Hannah Scarlett 2012