Grandma
I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

Your gate had gone.
The rooms were dark,
and walls looked stark,
no longer your home.

The door now green;
the windows shed tears,
for all those years,
of happiness no longer seen.

The men still guard,
the lion’s road,
from days of old.
Sweet memories hard.

I went to your house today.
It made me cry,
I don’t know why.
Memories of Yesterday?

© Grandma 2012

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm