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My grandmother’s house held dreams

Stacks of old papers there I read

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes

I would steal away upstairs all agleam

Creaky, narrow steps led me ahead

My grandmother’s house held dreams

There was a wrap-around porch with torn screens

Where once my father laid his summer’s bed

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes

Ghosts of secrets left scents upon my daydreams

The palpable puzzles I felt with a dread

My grandmother’s house held dreams

Dark corners kept their thoughts in regime

Multitudes of days long ago did I bade

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes

Stories that came forth weren’t widespread

Many lips were held fast with the dead

My grandmother’s house held dreams

Musty, abandoned rooms kept the themes

My first Villanelle