There is a House on Catamaran
Where I used to go in the summer
Or the winter or the fall depending
It was usually my mother’s call
When we’d visit the House on Catamaran
It was a beautiful House on Catamaran
With a white picket-fence and wisteria overhang
And a cobble-stone path all the way to the door
I’ve never seen anything like it since or before.
That beautiful House on Catamaran.
I remember so much about the House on Catamaran
Like the three willow trees in the front yard,
The river that never ran, next to the jasmine bushes
I remember how the jasmine bushes grew over the porch sometimes
Entangling the House on Catamaran.
There was a playHouse on Catamaran
That my grandfather and dad built
It was made for the grandkids to play in
With a kitchen and dollhouse it gave pretend a new spin
As if we had our own House on Catamaran.
I miss the House on Catamaran
With its wide porch and wider yard
I miss the times with Cassie our golden
And the times we’d play dress up and cards.
I’ll always sorely miss the House on Catamaran.
We no longer visit the House on Catamaran
My grandparents no longer live there.
The ownership changed and new housing was arranged.
In the same city but not the same space.
I’ll never again visit the House on Catamaran
