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There is something about this House in Hackensack... It attracts people...like a magnet. They often gather here, and They are welcomed any time. Eyes and souls surround, Even strangers are drawn to it, Like bees attracted to the flowers. Reunions are looked forward to... Even short chats and visits For some coffee or wine Are always welcome. This house.... It makes people want to come back... It's not just the food, Or the help it offers... The comeliness of the place, The people that live within... The noise... ever-present, The shaking of the stairs, when the boys Chase, tease each other... The squabbles, replete with tears... Cabinets are real heavy, With weight-y stories to tell... The bedrooms, so inviting, where jokes And giggles underneath the covers Could be heard till late hours of the night... All gather in the kitchen, The hub in this house... Family, friends...even new guests Do not go to the living room... They walk straight to the kitchen. There, where the home scents Exude warmth, Fragrant with home-cooking. The long dining table says it all... A different kind of music Plays every time And invites everyone To stay for a while and relax... It beckons each time... It whispers... "Go, find your corner...do your thing, You'll be okay..." And so, the cozy sun room became A favorite spot in that house, Where beautiful poetry bloomed At any hour during that whole month. From out front, along the street, Circling around to the backyard, Then back inside... It has now finally dawned on this clouded mind, What that "something" is... This house, metamorphosed From an old, kind of cold Victorian, to a homier, More comfortable modernized domicile... Now radiates with love, warmth and kindness, The energy emitted by the family living within... The people are the crown and the charm... They are the smoke coming out of the chimney... The  A U R A  of this house, standing proud Along Catalpa Avenue......... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
The House...
There is something about this House in Hackensack... It attracts people...like a magnet. They often gather here, and They are welcomed any time. Eyes and souls surround, Even strangers are drawn to it, Like bees attracted to the flowers. Reunions are looked forward to... Even short chats and visits For some coffee or wine Are always welcome. This house.... It makes people want to come back... It's not just the food, Or the help it offers... The comeliness of the place, The people that live within... The noise... ever-present, The shaking of the stairs, when the boys Chase, tease each other... The squabbles, replete with tears... Cabinets are real heavy, With weight-y stories to tell... The bedrooms, so inviting, where jokes And giggles underneath the covers Could be heard till late hours of the night... All gather in the kitchen, The hub in this house... Family, friends...even new guests Do not go to the living room... They walk straight to the kitchen. There, where the home scents Exude warmth, Fragrant with home-cooking. The long dining table says it all... A different kind of music Plays every time And invites everyone To stay for a while and relax... It beckons each time... It whispers... "Go, find your corner...do your thing, You'll be okay..." And so, the cozy sun room became A favorite spot in that house, Where beautiful poetry bloomed At any hour during that whole month. From out front, along the street, Circling around to the backyard, Then back inside... It has now finally dawned on this clouded mind, What that "something" is... This house, metamorphosed From an old, kind of cold Victorian, to a homier, More comfortable modernized domicile... Now radiates with love, warmth and kindness, The energy emitted by the family living within... The people are the crown and the charm... They are the smoke coming out of the chimney... The  A U R A  of this house, standing proud Along Catalpa Avenue......... ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Sally Copyright 2014 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
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