Poetry 178: The House That Grandfather Built

It was, first and foremost,
A gathering place
That offered a gentle
And warm embrace

A place of freshness
And saucy sweet love
Where golden mangoes
Happily hung above

Oh, life back then
Both simple and grand
You can walk any time of day
Without holding somebody’s hand

Where fears are legends
And myths unknown to man’s heart
Where the air makes you full
It’s cool, fresh, and not tart

A place where everything began
And happiness was born
A place of origin and birth
Where smiles bring hope and love does not mourn

An old life
The heart wants to bring back
An old life not forgotten
But time has no time to track


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