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Time passes... While sitting on the steps Waiting for the water company To come and turn off the water. My old home. The one I grew up in... Mom and Dads place, Then my sons place. Now sold.. Everything removed But the memories... Hard to turn off the tears. I look at the iron railing My dad made, With marks pounded in it . A curled end, with little rings Between every other rail. At Christmas I would tip toe down And peek through the rails To see if Santa arrived yet. Dad made a bar in the basement. On the front of it still Are My initials JK He cut them out for me. I can't remove them now, Because he used wood glue To fasten them to the bar. There is a shelf to devide The dining room and front room. Growing up we had a large fish bowl On two of the shelves. Angel fish, And guppies... Now shelves are bare. A lot of stories to be told, Created in this old house. Giving me a lot of great memories. Leaving this house Is like leaving my mom and dad Behind... But I know they are With me in my heart. Thanks mom and dad For giving me a great childhood. Life changes, As does the place to live... Good bye To my childhood home..
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
TIME PASSES.....
Time passes... While sitting on the steps Waiting for the water company To come and turn off the water. My old home. The one I grew up in... Mom and Dads place, Then my sons place. Now sold.. Everything removed But the memories... Hard to turn off the tears. I look at the iron railing My dad made, With marks pounded in it . A curled end, with little rings Between every other rail. At Christmas I would tip toe down And peek through the rails To see if Santa arrived yet. Dad made a bar in the basement. On the front of it still Are My initials JK He cut them out for me. I can't remove them now, Because he used wood glue To fasten them to the bar. There is a shelf to devide The dining room and front room. Growing up we had a large fish bowl On two of the shelves. Angel fish, And guppies... Now shelves are bare. A lot of stories to be told, Created in this old house. Giving me a lot of great memories. Leaving this house Is like leaving my mom and dad Behind... But I know they are With me in my heart. Thanks mom and dad For giving me a great childhood. Life changes, As does the place to live... Good bye To my childhood home..
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
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