Come sit a while on the old porch swing,
And we’ll listen intently as the Cardinals sing,
We’ll whistle back to the beautiful sound,
And hear the melody echoing all around.
At the big white house on the corner.
As we glide back and forth on that old porch swing,
We’ll sing and talk about lots of things
I’ll hold you close as grandmother’s do
As we look up and admire the sky so blue,
At the big white house on the corner.
I’ll tell you about your mother when young
How she laughed and played, and had so much fun
With aunts and uncles, cousins and more
Where “Grandma and Grandpa” had an open door
At the big white house on the corner.
I’ll tell you the story of our ancestors too
Who lived and died but first dreamt of you.
Each has a story I want you to know,
So, stand tall, stand proud wherever you go,
At the big white house on the corner.
I’ll hold your hand, and you’ll hold mine
As we take a journey back in time
to honor those and reminisce
about the life and times of those we miss
At the big white house on the corner.
The printer, inventor, editor and publisher
Dentist, seamstress, miner, and farmer
Restaurateur, shoe shiner and more
Buffalo soldier, gardener, reverend, free people, and slave
Has each intermingled in our family’s DNA
At the big white house on the corner.
Your heritage is rich, and the Legacy lives
Through a new generation yet to give
A voice of truth, with courage and strength
So please listen intently to each story at length.
At the big white house on the corner.
May the echoes of memories long ago
Serve to inspire you, on each path you go
Remember, a journey of love always finds its way,
in the hearts and minds of those today
At the big white house on the corner.
Written for my granddaughter, Aden Elise, for her 1st Birthday
@June 2020 Angela Allen Henry
The Traveler Weekly 