My Great Grampa’s house is made of gold
least that’s how it seems to me
this first time I see it
it ages one hundred three.
No one occupies it any more
there are no curtains to be found
the windows and the doors are gone
the floor is the dirt on the ground.
I imagine Great Grampa
and Great Gramma too
all the kids running around
they had them quite a brood.
Charlie was the third born
when grown up he became
my Grampa even though
I never knew his name.
He was my momma’s papa
this part is sad to say
I didn’t know her either
she died before my second birthday.
That part of my family is gone
my momma and grandparents too
I wish I could have know them all
but wish is all I can do.
I have conversations
with made up memories in my mind
I hope I get to visit them
at the Butler Cemetery one more time.
But standing here and looking at this house
It doesn’t look so old
I have no memories to connect to it
so the house itself is gold.