Grandma's house

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I remember my Grandma H 

When she married her mother's word 

You are boss of the house, who comes, 

and who goes and all that's within 

He is boss of the barn and more 

All the animals and the wilds 

The garden you will have a spot 

Flowers and tasty vegetables 

He will help harvesting your crop 

And plowing the soil for next year 

Pulling and hoeing weeds that grow 

. . . All seemed to be going so well 

Then after fifty years married 

They celebrated open house 

Invited friends from miles away 

Grandpa installed a bar for friends 

Grandma saw the bar and winced 

Grandpa's friends came, bar in the barn. 

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- Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1  -- This poem is posted for "Lady's Rights Day",  Go there to read others about rifts. 

 - I am also linked with Sanaa at dVerse open house, https://dversepoets.com/2025/09/11/open-link-night-391-with-live-edition/

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 - Notes:  

     a.  this is true and my grandfather did have to move his bar to the barn, his friends did meet down in the barn for drinks 

      b. I was born in this house. 

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