This Old House Is Me
When I was young , I still had my grandma Havens and my great grandma McDonnell.
My great grandpa McDonnell died before I was born. My mom was a teenager then.
So my great grandma had been a widow for many years by the time I was a youngster.
I can remember visiting her house on 521, it was a pretty modest home but she always keep the front room sealed off as if there was a part of her that she had hidden away.
My husband died in 2007 and I never remarried, the last couple of years, seeking romance seemed to have dwindled til it just seems like it has vanished from within myself.
I thought about great grandma old house and how it's similar to what I am feeling now.
It's like five rooms remain open in how I relate to people,
The mom room
The sister room
The aunt room
The daughter room
And finally , The cousin room.
I guess my work being outside , would be in comparison to a Co worker garage.
But all the other relationships are just hidden or shut away in a darkened tidy corner of my soul, protected from the outside world of what is left of who I am..this old house my soul dwells in.
It makes sad,makes me feel my age.
I love my friends ,love my family, all that I hold dear.
My great grandpa McDonnell died before I was born. My mom was a teenager then.
So my great grandma had been a widow for many years by the time I was a youngster.
I can remember visiting her house on 521, it was a pretty modest home but she always keep the front room sealed off as if there was a part of her that she had hidden away.
My husband died in 2007 and I never remarried, the last couple of years, seeking romance seemed to have dwindled til it just seems like it has vanished from within myself.
I thought about great grandma old house and how it's similar to what I am feeling now.
It's like five rooms remain open in how I relate to people,
The mom room
The sister room
The aunt room
The daughter room
And finally , The cousin room.
I guess my work being outside , would be in comparison to a Co worker garage.
But all the other relationships are just hidden or shut away in a darkened tidy corner of my soul, protected from the outside world of what is left of who I am..this old house my soul dwells in.
It makes sad,makes me feel my age.
I love my friends ,love my family, all that I hold dear.
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