A Piece of our Hearts

A Piece of Our Hearts

The years are quick to pass,

Filled with memories that are meant to last,

But as it is time to move on,

We spend a moment appreciating what is gone,

An entrance with a beautiful wooden arched door,

Takes us back to memories that we’ll explore,

From playing Simon says by the stairs,

To learning about an uncle's diagnosis, and shedding tears,

Grandma always taking out her season tickets,

To class field trips where her house was an exhibit,

Drinking juice on the wooden steps,

The same one Brittney slapped Justin with no regrets,

A carpet stained through the years of grandkids,

Rolling around like dirty pigs,

Playing doctor with grandpa as the patient,

Or playing with dad on the PS2 of Nascar Racing.

Birthday parties where grandma dressed as clowns,

Or sticking coins in odd places and running around,

Opening presents on Christmas eve,

And as soon as it hits nine o'clock watching Dad leave.

Busting out the boxing gloves,

When the timers on, there is no love,

With the mindset there is only once loser,

Rilee will never back down, she only gives bruisers.

Playing catch in the living room,

Hogan dives for a ball creating a loud boom,

Every Grandkid at a point, laying on Grandpa's belly,

While he watches whatever sport is on the tele’.

Family pig piles after home games,

Beaver fans forever, Wethers acclaimed or shamed,

Invited to the kitchen to then play cards,

All of us go, while Dad and Grandpa stay where they are.

White tile and red brick bring an interesting mix,

Canvassed in the color blue, everything but the fridge,

Glasses brought out for special occasions,

Setting the table, we all know our stations.

Scrabble spelled names lined the dining room door,

So many cabinets, but only one candy drawer,

Blue plates and glasses as a statement piece,

And a colander light fixture to make it unique.

A kitchen table by day and a card table by night,

Some days grandma wins, but we always put up a good fight,

Mom taking too long to spell out her words,

While grandma looks outside her window for birds.

Opening and closing that blue screen door,

Eating out on the patio and having to go inside for more,

Laying out underneath the sun,

As grandma tends to her beautiful garden for fun.

Picturesque and peaceful with a cute potting shed,

And a perfect little cottage as an extra guest bed,

Her garden is worth being mentioned, as you know,

And we haven't even mentioned, there's a yellow brick road.

A basement filled with everything they needed,

A workroom, sewing station and even put put where we competed,

A place for young Rilee to play with her toys,

And the costume closet for playing Indian and Cowboys.

Grandma is the queen of collections, and this house was her thrown,

Her collections itself made her home well know,

From thimbles to rolling pins, to door knobs and yardsticks,

To oil cans and mickey mouses, coca cola and hand broomsticks.

There was wooden bowls and marbles, even old milk cartons and mitts,

You would of had to see it to believe it, to understand how it all fit,

Overwhelming to some, astounding to others,

In my opinion, it qualified her as the coolest grandmother.

Thirty-five years and three generations have passed through,

This was a home to the old, young and just out of the whom,

Since the time has come to where we move on,

We hold on to these memories because in our hearts is where they belong.

The collections were stripped, and the rest lives in our archives

But we will never forget how this home impacted our lives,

I will truly miss the House where collections were art,

But that home will always have a piece of our heart.