The House I Grew Up In

I remember, I remember the house where I was born-

This is the beginning of a poem I read in grade school.

I do remember the house where I was born.  It was a

house my Dad and Uncle Dick had build and it was a

house where Bill and I lived when we were first married

But it’s not the house of my childhood years.  Dad and

Mother bought that place when I was a baby and I lived

there until I married at seventeen and that house holds

all my childhood memories even though it’s no longer

there, blown away in a tornado a few years ago, it will

always be home in my memory.