On February 23rd I wrote a story about my favorite house as a five-year-old. That same story I've been working on in poem form and I finished it tonight. So here is:
WHEN YOU’RE LITTLE
By Patty Lynn
My family moved when I was five into a brand-new house.
It wasn’t NEW but new for us, my Mom & Dad had doubts.
We’d had a house, brand spanking new, but that house cost too much.
And they both knew that this old house would need some fixing up.
But I was not aware of that, I simply knew this house
It was for me, a girl of five, what dreams were all about.
It had a very pointy roof, a perfect chimney, too,
Just right for dear, old Santa Claus and all he has to do.
When entering my house you’d see my very favorite spot,
A window seat where I would sit and read the books I got…
From school or from the library or gifts from Grandma, too.
I kept the card she sent that said, “I hand-picked these for you!”
It had a huge-sized living room and had a rounded wall.
I’d never seen that kind before nor since, that I recall.
I’ll take you to my kitchen next, it’s got so many cupboards!
They go up to the ceiling but my Mom and Dad discovered…
That they will need a kitchen stool to reach the very top.
Mom says for things we seldom use, that’s just the perfect spot!
But there behind the kitchen was another room I loved.
My Mom created something there, just look, it’s up above…
Look up, upon the ceiling, there, Mom made a whole night sky.
There’s lots of stars and I would stare and I will tell you why…
I loved pretending that my nap was underneath the stars.
I'd make believe that I could see the Moon and sometimes Mars!
We moved away when l was eight, but didn't move too far
l still could walk to my same school and didn’t need the car.
I thought about that house, a lot, l wondered if it was…
The way it was when I lived there, wished I could see because…
It’s been four years so I don't know the way that house is now
But one day, quite surprisingly, was able to see how.
Mom sent me to the grocery store and I met someone there…
Who said she lived “right up the block” I wanted to know where.
She said her house was painted white and had a pointy roof!
O, could it be, my favorite house? I listened for some proof.
I told her what the address was and she said, “Yeah, that's it!”
When I heard that, I've got to say, my heart, it lept a bit!
“That’s my old house. I loved each day…every single minute...
That I was in that house of mine, time that I spent in it…
Was something I'll remember for a very long, long time!
“You'll have to come, I’ll ask my mom, I’m sure she’ll say it's fine"
We got each other's numbers and she called me that next day.
I answered and my new friend said, “My Mom said it’s OK!”
And there I was inside the house, there was my window seat.
It looked so different still I thought, A perfect place to read!
Then straight ahead the living room, that famous rounded wall,
But, wait a minute, something’s wrong, this living room is…small!
Now, this is strange, the kitchen, sure, the kitchen is just HUGE!
I headed there and said a prayer, O, no, I’m not amused!
Why is this house not as it was, at least as I recall?
What’s going on, this can’t be right, this place is really small.
But what about the starry sky, the bedroom that I loved?
The ceiling I pretended was outside with stars above?
The memories of my childhood days, the house I held so dear,
At 12 years old the truth I see, yes, something's very clear.
You want to know just what I think? It’s really pretty simple:
The truth is that so many things seem big when you are little.