My House Was an Old WomanMy house was an old woman who married late but widowed young.My House Was an Old Woman by ~ToThoseInterested
She collected teacups, pennies, and ceramic roosters.
Her garden was always in bloom but she never seemed to mind the peeling paint on the shy white picket fence.
My house was a grandmother in a past life but had somehow missed that episode this time around.
She never found a crossword puzzle she could not best. Some found it disconcerting.
You could tell by the way she moved that she was a dancer when she was young, never a wasted step.
My house never admitted defeat. Even when her veins started to stand out against her sleepy walls and ceilings and people started to talk about &l