Back Then

It was a Sunday, Cloudy with a light drizzle. The house was empty, everything was moved away. I hugged mom and took one last look. Back then, I frolicked and had so much fun in the garden. Looking at the sky, on the fresh, earthy scent of the green grass I’d lie. The roses and peonies were still in full bloom, pink, red and yellow. Watering flowers with my grandma, I would watch the seasons go by. This was the house I grew up in, When Grandpa was still there. And waiting for Grandma’s home cooking in the kitchen, The smell of sizzling meat and fried eggs filled the air. Down in the basement, my comfy bed was soft and nice. I would lay down with the antique bookshelf towering over me, Wondering which Mr. Men book my mom would read. Tucked away was a dark closet full of luggage, which I pushed around with glee. The creaky deck at the back was a favorite place of mine, I jumped around and played, While grandpa hung our cold, damp clothes on the line. Side by side, we looked at the beautiful and calming crimson sunset. Then grandma was alone and couldn’t take care of the house, So, we packed and we tossed, Putting precious memories in smooth, rough boxes. Having to say goodbye, I was at a loss. Grandma has a new place, I’m glad. Though sometimes we’d drive by. And I still feel sad, That our house belongs to someone else. Change makes me feel out of place, That home will always be special in my heart and can’t be replaced. Getting used to a new home without grandpa calling me. I weep, but with grandma’s warm hand in mine, I still shine with glee. A new home without grandpa, we will need to get used to. It sounds lonely, and I do agree. Sure, it’s dismal, but at least it will be anew. So celebrate this new arriving.