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"Old"

May 31, 2017
By Kierstync SILVER, Lansdale, Pennsylvania
Kierstync SILVER, Lansdale, Pennsylvania
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I still remember

All of the rooms in that house.

Seeing the fire burn down to glowing embers

And when downstairs, sometimes catching sight of a mouse. 

 

It smelled old there

And everything was ancient.

The whiteness of my grandmother's hair,

The cracks in the pale pavement.

 

The periodic ding of a cuckoo clock

And the rocking chair giving a feeble creak.

The driveway is decorated with drawings of chalk,

The red couch in the living room is an antique.

 

Everything was old

Everything was warm.

By the fire it was never cold

Through the windows we watched a rainstorm.



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