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Nanny's House

sweet house of memories
how precious you are
what year is it again
no matter

porch framed in flowers
the bench swing beckons
come sit a while

inside family welcomes
smiling in black and white
photographs are everywhere

the smell of bread drifts in
not by bread alone?
four generations I know

new family moving in
new childhood for you
as I grow ever

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A nice meditation on the call of home, any home that has meant something to us... Do houses have lives? Sometimes I wonder. Thanks for the beauty of memory here, Lori.