THERE WHEN WHERE

There is a house that is in a road

one that is crooked

bends out of sight,

there is a tree in a garden

where children used to play

almost everyday,

that is where the birds sing their songs

just as they did back in yesterday

so far

so gone,

and the house has seen it all

for nearly one hundred and eighty years this way

on the same crooked road

in a similar fashionable display.

There is a path leading to the door

how many people have come and gone

so many times before

and how many more

will rat a tat tat the heavy black knocker.

There are windows through which eye's have peered

and curtains hang

often pushed aside

by the breeze

as well as the hands that help the eyes see

as they always have.

There is the imagination

as you stand and stare

the there

the when

and the where,

you can touch it

it is everywhere

it is all wrapped up within this house

filled with the energy of lives that have been

those that are now

and those that are to be

just the same place

as it has always been

as it was then

when the child became a parent

then became a Gran

then passed their house on to another generation.

All that is there

all that is when

you look you feel

you are where

it all began

and where it begins again.