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For Aden− The Big White House on the Corner By Angela Allen Henry

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