House And Home

Windows sparkling bright,
without a touch of dust.
White plastic frames
to stop corrosion and rust.

by sylvia spencer Click to read full poem

Comments (6)

A space hopper 'remember them', a trike and a den made from bean cains and old sheets That was our Childhood.No great expence, none needed.Just love of life.Thankyou for the warm reminder.Love Duncan
I had to laugh! This made me think of the British TV program 'Keeping Up Appearances.' Hy Bucket is so ashamed of her family, when they are the only ones who are really happy. How funny. I thought the dustbin was going to go on the neighbor's head. Scarlett
what a cheerfully told poem - and those of us who have brought up kids know how impossible it is to be tidy - but what does it matter if there's love in the home. Well done.
Sylvia, This is fantastic. I loved the way you changed the scene so smoothly from the neighbours house to yours 'they had no kids, but I had quite a few.........'. I really enjoyed this. Well done! Kind regards Always Gyp
Sylvia, I love how you describe your life and family so clearly! Sounds like you live in my neighborhood! What a great memorial of your family! Very sweet. Take care. Sincerely, Mary
Sounds like our house on a thirty acre hobbyfarm, raising five. Good portrayal of the atmosphere and the Jones family next door got an honourable mention. H