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Michelle Kidwell

Meryl Brooks,

English 10,

1:00-2:25 P.M

21, January 2004

Memories Of Home

The walls seemed to speak to us,

In those early childhood years,

It was more than the pencil marks,

That marked our growth,

On the yellow wall,

In the enclosed back porch,

And the rose wall paper in Nonna’s room,

That was still in there the day she died,

Other ways it spoke,

Was through the memories we made,

Sitting around the wood-stove,

Sitting on a red throw rug,

Marked with cinder spots,

And the coffee table,

Where we spent so much time as children,

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Doing homework,

Playing word games,

And on the dinner table,

Grandpa built with his own hands,

Tasting Nonna’s Italian cooking,

You never went hungry around her.

The garden in the back,

Where as a little girl,

I would help Nonna dig,

And she would explain to me,

How things grow,

Memories of the one steady place,

I felt growing up,

Memories of the place,

I truly called home.