Poetry

The Little House

By 31st March 2015December 9th, 2019No Comments

I looked around the little house,
now all quiet and bare,
I had spent my childhood there,
Mum, Dad, siblings three,
so many memories coming back to me.
I looked at the garden, now so bare,
beautiful flowers had once grown there.
I took one look around the house that once had been my home,
I closed the door, and turned the key,
no more to see that little house, that meant so much to me.

Patricia Sennett

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