Grandma's House

Again this one only took me 10 minutes but I was thinking about my own grans house, (she still lives there) and its a creepy old thing but i love it and it inspired this poem!

Grandma’s house was much like her,

Tall and old and creaky

And when I had to stay the night

I used to feel quite peaky!

 

I swear the ceilings were miles away

The stairs were viciously steep

I’d feel hairy spiders scramble over my face

Just as I was drifting to sleep.

I used to hear a ghostie whisper

In the cupboard beneath the stairs

I used to tell my Grandma

But she was blissfully unawares

 

The hallway smelt like dead man’s dust

The windows didn’t let in light

It was the only house for miles around

Hidden by trees from sight

Yet my Granda never cared an ounce

She loved that house to pieces                     

It went on to scare my own children

And now their nephews and nieces.

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[Glen Yumang Manese]

The things that we take for granted are the things other take as a treasure...as this verse tells of your grandma's house and the effect it has on you and the generations after you in your family...