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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Wednesday Poem

Untitled [A house just like his mother's]- Poets.org - Poetry, Poems, Bios & More

I was instantly taken by this poem by Gregory Orr, drawn to its simplicity, brevity, and depth.  For me it evokes memories of living in my grandparent's house - the magic of the rooms, the mystery of the past I didn't live, that was theirs together.

Untitled [A house just like his mother's]  
by Gregory Orr

A house just like his mother's,
But made of words.
Everything he could remember
Inside it:
Parrots and a bowl
Of peaches, and the bright rug
His grandmother wove.

Shadows also—mysteries
And secrets.
Only ghosts patrol.
And did I mention
Strawberry jam and toast?

Did I mention
That everyone he loved
Lives there now,

In that poem
He called "My Mother’s House?"

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