PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I drove by my Grandma's old house the other day. It is like 3 miles or so from my own. Though it has changed a good deal, been painted yellow and the old garage has been built around and up into a nicer garage apartment, still in my mind's eye I could see the old gray house with the blue door and could see Grandma hanging out sheets on the clothesline in her tiny backyard. I mentally took a trip walking through her house as I remembered it and even recalled the grandmotherly smells of it. I felt her presence so very strongly as I meandered momentarily through my memories and this poem was born of that experience.