The Old Home Place

I went back to where
My parents once did reside
And kept their surroundings
With such great pride.

It was kind of sad
To walk up to the door
As the old home place
Was much different than before.

Mama and Daddy were
No longer there;
I wondered if a stranger from
Behind the door would appear.

The steps that led
Up to the side door
Were now gone
And there no more.

The storm windows
had fallen off;
And there were
Leaks in the roof.

The back porch
Was no longer there
As it once was
of yester-year.

The house is now beyond
The need of paint and repair.
So, why should
I go back there?

So, instead of going
Back to the old home place,
I'll remember by an occassional thought
The good memories that will not erase.

My friends and family
Have changed and grown
And it's now time
For another stepping-stone.

Author Edith Bastin
© Copyright: November 04, 1998. All Rights Reserved.

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