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Cheryl Flemming
Member

since 2000-09-14

Posts 102

0 posted 2001-06-10 04:16 PM

Love lives in the walls of this house
Right down to this rusty old pump
Where mama would pump and prime
To make us that homemade apple pie
She'd wipe the hair from her brow
As I stood there asking, teach me how
She would gently look into my face
Pull up a chair
I'll give you a lesson today
I'd watch her every move
But still remembering her golden rule
We always have to nibble and taste
To make sure it had all the right ingredients
I can still smell the apples in the air
As I stand here reminscing
Next to my favorite chair
I see the lines going up the walls
Of each one of children
Some short and some tall
The boys have grown into fine young men
Went off to fight for this great land
I hear the laughter in the walls
As mama and papa danced across the floor
We snickered and laughed watching
As we couldn't beleive they were kissing
They knew we were there
As they motioned their finger
Come hear
As we all joined hands
And felt like we were floating on air
I can still smell vanilla
Of papa's pipe tobacco
As I sat on his lap
As he read me a book
As I walked into my bedroom
The walls still had my handprints
From where I had painted
At the tender age of six
As I sat there on the edge
Of my crickety old bed
I could hear the music
Going through my head
It took me back to the days
When love me tender was the craze
As I walk into the living room
I see moms old spinning loom
She would spin the wool
And make us coats
And than sat in her rocking chair
Knitting of socks and mittens to wear
The basket still sits next to her chair
With my favorite blanket laying there
I grab my blanket and sit down
As the tears come rolling down
For I love this old house
And all the love
That lives in these walls
But they are going to tare her down today
For her foundation is giving away
But as I leave her today
I take my blanket and her rocking chair
For the love that lives in this house
Will now live in my house
As I slowly walk to the door
I her mama's voice
Don't slam the door
Make sure you are home by five
For we are having homemade noodles
And apple pie
As I wipe the tears from my face
I love you mama and papa
And we will be together again oneday
The memories can never be taken away
For they live in my heart
Where they will forever stay!

Logan
Senior Member

since 2001-05-28

Posts 1641
Arkansas

1 posted 2001-06-10 04:20 PM

Ahh, Cheryl, what a wonderful tribute to not only your family, but the wonderful memories a house can hold. I am glad you are taking the soul of your old home with you, so it can live again with new memories..very well done and tender...gentle smile

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

2 posted 2001-06-10 04:50 PM

Cheryl, I have to tell you I am glad I saw this...I wrote a short story of "The Middle Wall" which resembles this piece, but somehow, I like yours better...

Marge Tindal

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since 1999-11-06

Posts 42384
Florida's Foreverly Shores

3 posted 2001-06-10 05:19 PM

Cheryl~
I've heard the saying, "If these walls could talk."
Yours just did ... very tenderly.

This was as tender a render as I'll read this day.
Thank you for sharing.
~*Marge*~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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Watersign6
Senior Member

since 2001-05-25

Posts 823
Hurricane,WV

4 posted 2001-06-10 05:24 PM

i really enjoyed this poem and will be looking for more of yours

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