Grief Poem - Old Farmhouse

“I heard from Gram; can I tell you?” my friend grinned down at me.

Then chuckling, she took a seat and grabbed a cup of tea.

“They lived awhile in old Farmhouse some miles way north of town.

I was their guest some years way back, that house is now torn down.

T’was a cottage with nice front porch, a fireplace of brick.

It warmed us up on a cold day — Gramps let me add a stick!

Their barn was near, horses “lived” there, pasture for them and cows.

Gramps showed me how to milk one time; I stayed AWAY from sows!

Back to the house, had hardwood floors, attic was dark and cold …

But when they moved t...