The Tiny House

The tiny house my grandma lived in

I can still recall —

Of course, with photographs

It helps the case


But I recall the smell

Just like the powder that she used

That gathered in the cracks

Upon her face


The olden books than lined the shelves

And all those grandma pillows

That didn’t seem that practical

To me


But how I loved the place

The clothes on clotheslines in the back

That still blow on

In loving



Circa 1955.
Circa 1955.

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3 Thoughts to “The Tiny House

  1. Sweet — glad this was the one that sent me off to work.. I’ll look forward to the other posts. 🙂

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