Ronilyn's Personalia

At the end of the cul-de-sac 
The little blue house there it sat 
Weeping willow in the back 
Inside lived my myriad cats

In the yard laid beds of roses 
Honeysuckle that I snaked on 
Cats all lounged In handsome poses 
An olive tree that’s now long gone

The mailbox that got birthday cards 
Pink primroses that climbed a fence 
Picking daisies in the front yard 
Hot summer days were never tense

A skylight let day drown my face 
Airplane picture in a green frame 
The doorway where my height we trace
Living elsewhere isn’t the same

Across the ceiling ran a crack 
Trees of apples, oranges, and plum 
I always smile looking back 
For in youth rarely was I glum

Often I miss old days as such 
You never realize what you've got 
My house and I have changed so much 
My house was blue but I was not