MARSHALL'S HOUSE

Out of my window I see a gold course, while my Grandma

is standing next to me.

I see old men playing a game of golf.

To my left I see many houses. 

Rows and rows of beautifully built, brand new houses, soon to be lived in.

Today I didn't see my grandma looking out of the window with me, 

and that was very different.

She was always there, pointing out the way the moon looked.

I also see many new blooming trees.

Reminding me it is finally time for spring.

In the distance I see new houses being built, new homes,

that will soon be lived in, 

filled with tender, love and care, 

just like Marshall's house.