Lissa's Collection of Poetry and Short Stories

G'mas House

Hello! Another sentimental piece... this one more recent. A year ago my grandmother had to leave her home because her memory got so bad she had become a danger to herself. I had for the years up to this point been taking care of her in small ways... running her errands, getting her groceries, taking her out to lunch or having a fun day and going to the salon, often times picking up a cinnamon roll from the shop down the way. That house held a lot of good memories for me, and hard ones too.  Sometimes I look back and miss it all, but there's such a sweet warmth about having those moments with her.

G'mas House

There once was a house up five miles high,

It sat on a prairie smack dab in the sky,

The pheasants they played and screamed in the spring,

And the deer rested next to the tire horse swing.

It was a jolly good place, full of wheat and of grain,

Every harvest a bounty, blessed with the rain.

As you can imagine, being up oh so high,

There were sunsets so stunning they left your mouth dry.

The house was itself a work of art,

Carefully crafted by someone with heart.

Down a long winding driveway it stood so inviting,

Many windows and transoms suggested the lighting.

Its foundations were firm, the tresses perfection,

Shouting to all its creator's reflection.

A door solid oak embroidered with glass,

Welcomed you into a lounge full of class.

Real wooden floors, acoustics divine,

The gas-lit fireplace bid you recline.

The kitchen it lay not far from it all,

Filled with fine tools to cook great and small.

Then, down the hall should you so venture,

Was a room for a guest and the master's centre.

Out through a sliding glass door you might gape

At a fine-looking yard of turf opaque.

The house was quite pleased... and who wouldn't be?

It was Heaven on earth, or close as could be.

Its maker enjoyed the place for a time;

Peaceful, and pleasant, the world was all fine.

But as we all know these things don't remain.

As evil will pass so also will gain.

The man and his wife had got on in their years

Not long in coming was the day they did hear

The call of a son who saw time was near.