This Old House

This old house sure brings back memories
As it bids me a  "Welcome Home"
It's as though it knows .... I am weary
From the many years, I have roamed

When I look upon . . .It's old  surface
With it's wood, all chipped and dried
Then thinking how it looked, years ago
Made me hang my head, and sigh

For this house, is a lot like me now
It too, has seen . . .Better days
Tilted a little, taking a bow
And when the wind blows hard, it sways

I too . . .Am bent a little, as I stand here
And my steps, are not agile as before
I see that the door knob is a little rusty
And some rooms,  could use a new floor

Once inside, after I got myself settled
My memories drifted to times...Long ago
Brewing up a pot of tea from the kettle
 . . . How easily my memory seemed to flow

I remember Momma cooking in that kitchen
Wearing her apron, hands all white with flour
The aroma of bread baking in the oven
Dinner served at six, right on the hour

I could imagine old dog Shep at the fireplace
Hoping for a scrap of food from the table
Family sitting all together, I can see each face
Thanking God for blessings, as we were able

This old house and I, went through much together
With each holding a lot of memories in time
Standing through  lives rugged storm and weather
Makes one wonder...'bout the reason and the rhyme

Now that I'm back to this house, I call home
And together we will enjoy our last day's
As I try to mend the roof and all the rafters
And prop this old house up . . .As it sways


Copyright © 2005 Judith Johnson Kypta
Revised 2009