Sunday, December 13, 2020


The creaking silence of age.

I like Old.
Great Depression
worn-in (not worn-out)
favorite quilt
classic car.

I like the way Old feels.
Sheets washed a thousand times
frayed around the stitching
busting from stories.

I like the way Old sounds.
Creaky wooden floors
heaters that pop and snap
doors that slam like they really mean it!

I like the way Old looks.
chipped paint
worn corners
not from neglect or carelessness, but from use.

I'd live in an Old house
with a big Old front porch.
One that heaves to tell me someone is home
and echos of little feet running across it.
I like Old.

~Holy Glasgow


DJan said...

I like Old, too, especially when it comes to my dear Old hubby! :-)

Doc said...

Love this and it mostly describes my house.

Gina said...

Beautiful wood floors. It shows how much you love them by the care they obviously receive.

Lori said...

I love this!

Edna B said...

I love this poem. And yes, it sort of describes my old house too. Us old things aren't so bad after all. You have a wonderful day, hugs, Edna B.

Rian said...

Yes, old is good when it comes from use... from life.

happyone said...

Oh yes, I do too.

Rob said...

What a lovely picture, I wish that floor was in our house.

ann said...

I quite agree. I'm old and my bones creek. Does that count?

Jen said...

Hi ! Jo, I love an old front porch, Very relaxing to sit and think, The pictures are lovely you put up . Aso I love anything old so was nice to read about it being old myself. HaHa
Jen xx

Bernideen said...

I have always loved old! From the day we got married we started collecting. I love walking in an antique mall and it has that "old" smell. It works for me! Sweet posting!

L. D. said...

It is a neat photo of old creaky floors.

Marcheline said...

Oh, ME TOO!!!!