Grandma’s House

WHEN YOU WANT TO SEE SOMETHING NEW
LOOK DOWN THE ROAD

 “HALSTED” IT READS
WHEN YOU WALK ACROSS THE CROOKED PAVEMENT

BUILDINGS FILLED
WITH A SOUR SMELL

YOU GET A FEEL OF THE DIMMED HISTORY

THE MAROON HOUSE ON 100TH STREET

BRINGS FLAVORFUL REMEMBRANCE

JAM PACKED BARBECUES 

FOR ANNUAL BLOCK PARTIES 

FRANKIE BEVERLY ON THE LOUDSPEAKER
ATTRACTING PEOPLE OUTSIDE TO ENTER

FRIED FOOD 

WITH SAVORY MILD SAUCE

WHEN I FEEL THE BREEZE
SADDER THOUGHTS 

LIKE TO SNEAK TO THE FRONT.

TEARS CLOTHE THE BACKS OF SADDENED FAMILY
ONCE AGAIN 

WE LOSE ANOTHER SOFTENED SOUL

SUNNY SUNDAYS 

BROUGHT REALITY TO MY REAR-VIEW.

CHURCH ENDING THE WEEKEND

PASSIONFRUIT COLORED PICTURES 

OFF THE DAMAGED WALLS

CREAKS AND CRACKS OF WOODED FLOORS

SMUDGED WINDOWS

WELCOME THE SUNLIGHT

FURNITURE SCRAPES

ACCOMPANY EVERY ROOM

HEIGHT MARKS ON PAINT COATED DOOR FRAMES

GRANDMA AND GRANDPA

THERE SMOKY LEGACIES LINGERS IN THE DOORWAY

NOW I STAND TALL HERE FOR THE LAST TIME

THE HOUSE I LOVE SO MUCH

EMPTY  YET SO FULL OF
FAINT MEMORIES.