| House
Family Poem |
| Written September 2003 |
| By Renea House Taylor |
|
| As I look back on the House family, |
| Many fond memories I do see. |
| Sewing, cooking, and reading with
Ma. |
| Gardening, camping, and learning
from Pa. |
| Words like dreckly, reckon, and
yonder, |
| Being with them was absolute wonder. |
| He and she fussing and loving
all the same. |
| Neither one ever taking the blame. |
| The tornado Ma feared. |
| As she moved me room to room. |
| All this while I slept, |
| to keep me from the doom. |
| The rats Pa would shoot at |
| rang an echo in my ear. |
| Cursing and swearing them |
| as if they could hear. |
| Watermelon with the cousins- |
| at the picnic table under the
tree. |
| Hey you boys |
| Save some for me! |
| Hide and seek was also fun, |
| out in the Carpenters Bluff sun. |
| Oh, and the party line we listened
in on! |
| Walking down to Tooties store, |
| never even seemed like a chore. |
| The hundreds of eggs at Easter |
| and Sunday gatherings I dare not
forget, |
| mounds of presents at Christmas |
| and little PeeWee the nicest pet. |
| Swimming under the bridge |
| jumping off that narrow ridge. |
| The dirt road we often traveled |
| only to get Mr. Allenbaugh raveled. |
| Fourth of July where we received |
| a cigarette to light our fireworks- |
| or so they believed! |
| All the celebrations that families
do, |
| are close to my heart so dear
and true. |
| I know they are watching from
above. |
| This day is so, because it started
with their love. |
