This Old House ~ For One Shot Wednesday

This Old House

Where trains and transfers rumble by
And shake the very walls
Where in the sunporch we could hide
Delivering cat calls
In kitchen yellowed by the sun
Next door to hardware store
Where we played with caps and guns
Googly~eyed, we were at war
Where Christmases were sometimes lean
And kid sisters got in the way
Where the band would jam fast and mean
And tequila made us sway
Where pool side the boys would sneak
Into the darkened night
Hide in the bushes to take a peak
And fill us girls with fright
Where dreams and demons interlaced
Teenage angst placed on the shelf
It's in this house I found my pen
And somehow found myself.
Grounded for weeks for mohawks sake
And god forbid, the first tattoo
Heavy Metal, and gonja nights
Skunk weed and Timbuktu.
For the nights I can't remember
And for the days so long ago
It's hard to believe after all these years
I'm finally coming home.
This old house has been kept waiting
As though it's always known
That sooner or later, Queen of the damned
Would be returning home

This is my offering for this weeks Oneshot Wednesday at Onestoppoetry.  Right in the middle of moving house, inspiration has been hard to come by, but for those of you who are wondering where I'm moving to?  I'm going home! I have been blessed with the opportunity to return to the house where I discovered so many things (yes...good and bad!) but, most importantly, I discovered poetry, writing, and the cheapest form of therapy around.  To the Lizard King I humbly bow...Happy OneshotWednesday!