That house. That house right there.
That lovely blue house with the white porch. That house is
where the children went for lemonade on hot summer days and where young women went
to gossip and dream about the future. That house always had freshly baked
cookies waiting for any who may stop by. This house has seen children grow to
young adults; has seen them fall in love and marry, and become parents. It has
heard youngsters dream, and whisper hidden loves. It has weathered each winter
and rejoiced each spring. It has seen the future pass away and a new future be
born.
This house has been a place of mourning and of celebration.
It has been a hospital and a soup kitchen. More than one couple fell in love
over that well loved meal of cookies and lemonade. More than one couple chose
to celebrate their marriage in that welcoming parlor.
This house has seen the funeral of its keeper, the woman who
gossiped and dreamed alongside the youngsters, who consoled the brokenhearted
and gave advice to the confused. This house seems empty now, without someone to
give cookies and hugs.
This house, on the outskirts of town.
This is really really good.. Everything is so nicely written and just enough description to make me feel the lives that went on in this house..
ReplyDeletealso,
YARSTER HOUSE! first thing that popped into my head..
Haha. Yes. Very Yarster House-y. :)
ReplyDeleteNicely written.
Although. I'd love to see this either as one drabble (challenge yourself to precision of language) or as a series of drabbles. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks guys :)
ReplyDeleteNikki, I posted this as a double drabble because I knew I would not be able to post one on Sunday. :) But I am considering a series...