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
This poem was written/submitted by Lori Boulard.
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