Tonight while having a WhatsApp group chat with friends talking about old times I remembered the home I grew up in.
In the middle of a terrace, in a horse shoe surrounding a green
It was home to us all. Our safe place, the best sight ever seen.
In the winter icicles appeared on the window inside as well as out
No heating in the bedrooms so we froze without a doubt.
The backroom was cosy there was always a fire in the grate
We fought to sit at the hearth, huddling together extra heat to create .
Summer was different the windows and doors open wide
The garden full of veg and blackberries and mud we’d trail inside!
Christmas time was special everyone hanging up the glitter
Mum baking in the kitchen Dad and the boys having a sneaky bitter.
When I was little, everyone went to midnight Mass except Mum and me,
We’d stay home and dress the Christmas tree. Ready for the others on their return see.
There were so many of us yet no one was ever turned away
Whoever turned up was welcome, relative , friend, waif or stray.
Dad had an office in the front room each night he’d do his Union work
Men came for help. After his working day. His responsibilities he didn’t shirk.
There were only three bedrooms all packed to overflowing
It could be very hectic because we would not stop growing.
Four generations. So many memories, too many to share
Sadly the house is sold and closed to me, though it is still there.
We all got Married from that house, we were all were blessed
Our Parents did not have much but they always did their best.
Funerals Parties and reunions it was always the place to meet
For over sixty years it made our lives complete.
In the middle of a terrace, in a horseshoe surrounding a green
It was home to us all. Our safe place , the best sight ever seen