  
                            
                          "This Old House" 
by 
Judith Johnson Kypta  
                          That old house sure brings back memories 
  As it bids me a "Welcome Home" 
  It’s as though it’s knows .... I am weary 
  From the many years, I have roamed 
                            
                          When I look upon ....It’s old surface 
  With it’s wood, all chipped and dried 
  Then thinking how it looked, years ago 
  Made me hang my head, and sigh 
                            
                          For that house, is a lot like me now 
  It too, has seen....Better days 
  Tilted a little, as though taking a bow 
  And when the wind blows hard, it sways 
                            
                          I too, am bent a little as I stand here 
  And my steps, not agile as before 
  I see the door knob is a little rusty 
  And some rooms, could use a new floor 
                            
                          Once inside, after I got myself settled 
  My memories drifted to times...Long ago 
  Brewing up a pot of tea from the kettle 
  How easily my memory seemed to flow 
                            
                          I remember Momma cooking in that kitchen 
  Wearing her apron, hands all white with flour 
  The aroma of bread baking in the oven..... 
  Dinner served at six, right on the hour 
                            
                          I could imagine old dog Shep at the fireplace 
  Hoping for a scrap of food from the table 
  Family sitting all together, I can see each face 
  Thanking God for blessings, when we were able 
                            
                          This old house and I, went through much together 
  With each holding a lot of memories in time..... 
  Standing through lives rugged storm and weather 
  Makes one wonder...’bout the reason and the rhyme 
                            
                          Now I am back to this house that I call home 
  And together we will enjoy our last day’s 
  As I try to mend the roof and all the rafters 
  And hold this old house down....As it sways! 
                            
                          Copyright ©2005 Judith Johnson Kypta 
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