First House

Thirty-nine years ago
The groom brought his bride here
To their first little home.
Sweet memories well up inside
When she passes.
Thirty-nine years ago
A blue Oldsmobile rested here 
Under the carport.
Orange berries grew on the bush outside 
The bedroom window.
Thirty-nine years ago 
Their first child learned to crawl here.
They picnicked in back yard
By blue iris and a pink rose bush.
Three-toed tree toads made poetry.
Thirty-nine years ago
Love and laughter lived here. 
Friendship came inside.
She stops in passing and remembers, 
Another time, long ago, just yesterday.

Published by Elece

I am a photographer and a freelance writer. I write stories, poetry, gift books, and magazine articles––both print and online. Photographing children, places, and especially flowers is my hobby.

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