I remember‚ I remember‚ the house
where I was born‚
It didn't have a bathroom‚ or a
garden with a lawn.
But stood joined to three others‚
one each side ‚one at the back.
A shared toilet and a midden made
the street a cul-de-sac.
I remember‚ I remember‚ that house
of long ago‚
One room upstairs where we all slept
and one room down below.
A setpot in the corner‚ a narrow
sink behind the door‚
The fireplace‚ so big and black
And stone slabs for the floor.
I remember‚ I remember‚ The house
where I was born‚
It didn't have a bathroom‚ or a
garden with a lawn‚
But many happy hours I spent when
I was young and free‚
Within those walls we made our
home‚ my family and me.
By: Florence C Bonfield
Location: Leeds
(Apologies to Thomas Hood)
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