Health & Fitness
The House That Love Built
This is a poem I wrote about one of my favorite places as a child, my Grandmother's house.
Built by the sweat of my grandfather and uncles
Held together by the love of a family
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Always in our life
Where our family grew bigger and stronger
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Where our family fell apart
Then put ourselves together again
Where babies cried and grownups laughed
Where food was cooked
Where pictures were taken
Family functions originated here
Every year like clockwork
People came and people went
Memories never ceased to exist
Fights were fought
Friends were made
Children running through the grass
Pete following close behind
Tenants changed
Yet remained the same
Milestones were reached
Some never came
A place to be when the world wasn’t on your side
The people inside were always there
Children grew
People aged
Memories are still being made
Physically it changed
But spiritually it remained the same
Faces we remember disappeared
New faces emerged
Times have changed
So have the people
Only one thing remains the same
It is a house that love built
