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[aid] => mick
[title] => ~The little white house~
[time] => 2014-11-15 14:15:35
[hometext] => lots of changes........ a little long........... got other stuff Im doing but have no net right now so this is not in great shape yet lol
[bodytext] => Many many years ago a little house was built it started out as a log cabin, small cozy and modest. It resided near the rivers edge for a little while I think about it long ago sitting there,makes me want to smile. Then it was decided it would be moved to a new spot. I bet back then that was a chore, a job they must have got. It left the rivers edge and landed in the outskirts of the city in a little place named Rexburg, off 5th west street. Grandma and Grandpa, had a little girl who grew up to become my mother. Grandpa worked real hard, and raised a farm of pigs. Grandma and mom helped long days working, taking care of the animals, loving and caring. The little white house was always cozy, grandma kept it spit shined clean. Her yard and flowers also kept, her apples at harvest time,sheen. Grandpa got sick, and then the great Teton dam flood hit, Grandpa passed away, the little house was filled with water but it didnt float away,like so many did . A sad time, little white house all covered in flood slime, grandpa gone to Heaven. Sitting out in the silted yard, sullen and sad, dumping a two year supply of garden vegies in the trash. I remember it well, the feelings, the smells, and grandma sitting straight as a rail on that chair, not a tear shed her hands working steady and easy. Lots of fun at the little white house Sad ones too, grandma left us, snoops passed away Shalee soon after, the little white house felt empty not the same it seemed to cry as it missed Grandmas hand. Mom and dad remarried and lived in the little white house. Tended garden, and yard, still flood irrigated the lawns. Dad tended the little pine tree's they dug from the mountain side. Today they are towering beauties,proud against the sky line. Then we lost Sweety, what a sad day, soon after dad passed with my little brother holding his hand, his wife and mom by his side. The little White house grew sullen once again,along with everyone else. Mom in the little white house all alone,the first time in her life. Just she and Coco there, well a couple weeks ago our Coco died. Mom all alone alone The sell was made final, now she has a new place. A happy time, a sad time all mixed into one. The little white house was the last of my childhood, now every single place I had was gone. Mom lived most of a life time there, now she parted ways with her little home. A must it was but still, it churns an emotional foam, because no matter what, it is hard to say goodbye to a home, and home it was, the last little bit left. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 267 [topic] => 52 [informant] => shelby [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => goodbyepoetry )
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