The Little House By The Cliff
by Connie Faust
Friday, March 14, 2008
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THE LITTLE HOUSE BY THE CLIFF
The little house has disappeared; you'd never guess it once stood
in the shadow of the cliff, where Water Street and Arch Street blend together.
Yet it served as the Rutkoskie home for thirty-some years,
a haven from the world outside, and a refuge in every kind of weather.
Each of the five stairstep children - from Audrey to Patty -
was born in the room upstairs, in the handsome four-poster mahogany bed,
part of the beautiful bedroom set that was lovingly purchased
by the new Mr. and Mrs. Rutkoskie
not many days before they were wed.
Every so often, Mommy and Daddy, as we called them then,
would linger together behind a locked door, desiring a romantic tryst,
till one of the five -- I know I took my turn --
would stand by the door as though lost and alone;
"Mommy! Daddy! Open the door!" we'd insist.
Such is the life of young parents; they bore it, as parents must do,
and dreaded the time when the children would leave
and they would again be "just two."
The house by the cliff stood on guard through the years,
while the children, one after the other,
started first grade, then suddenly graduated!
Audrey married Bob, Ted joined the Air Force,
I married Bill at nineteen, Carol got work in DC;
and Mom's baby, Patty, hesitated.....
Then Pat left too, to pursue his own dreams,
and Mom and Pop lived there alone
in that little old house with its memories tucked inside;
I long to visit that little house, to relive family times there,
but the house is gone..... and I am growing old,
my wistful thoughts denied.....
HOW GOOD and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity!
(Psalms 133:1 NIV)
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|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Bittersweetly meaningful, a fine sharing, Connie. Love, peace, and blessings to you,
|Reviewed by JMS Bell
|MY...! HOW SPLENDID! A BEAUTIFUL TRIBUTE TO A PRICELESS GIFT...THE CHERISHED THOUGHTS OF 'FAMILY' AND A WONDERFUL CHILDHOOD. THE HOUSE IS GONE BUT THE MEMORIES WILL NEVER EVER DISAPPEAR. THANKS FOR SHARING, CONNIE. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|How many wonderful memories you must have of this "house by the cliff". As long as the memores exist, so will this house and its occupants. Beautifully told history in your poem, Connie. KUDOS
|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Beautiful and a bit sad...but you made me feel as though I relived those memories with you. Excellent writing! And Happy Easter to you!|
|Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
|Blessed are those who have these memories. Nicely done. Lady J|
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Connie this is so beautifully sad but what wonderful memories you have in your heart. I can picture that house you lived in and to hear the Rutkoskie name was a joy. I knew a Rutkoskie family in Shamokin and this brought back so many great memories for me too. Thank you. Love ya, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Beautiful nostalgic write, Connie; very well penned! BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|The little house will live on in your memory... Thanks for the nostalgic look into the past. :~)
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Connie you have penned a gem that will keep your "little house by the cliff" alive and well! The kind of story poem that brings out all the emotions...Kudo's!|
|Reviewed by Darrell and Kathy Adams
|Oh, Connie, the wistfullness, the sweet, cherished memories and longings are so clear. Family lived here, it says...and lives still in your heart. Beautiful.
be well and happy,