Written by Emily Harstone | June 13, 2017
Grandpa lived here. Now I do.
White, Brown, and Green…So Serene
This was their home, long ago.
“‘Bout time to knock it down.”
The old homestead is still standing.
and then I saw me…home
For the very first time; freedom.
She admired his sense of possibility.
I know I should let go….
Too damned drafty in this place.
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Grandpa lived here. Now I do.
White, Brown, and Green…So Serene
This was their home, long ago.
“‘Bout time to knock it down.”
The old homestead is still standing.
and then I saw me…home
For the very first time; freedom.
She admired his sense of possibility.
I know I should let go….
Too damned drafty in this place.