I was going into grade one when we moved there,

My mom’s first house, she was so prepared,

A cute little corner house, white with orange trim,

Many amazing memories, some very grim.

 

Two small bedrooms, a bathroom, small kitchen and living room,

Perfect for a mother and daughter, Maybe a roommate too,

There was a basement , it was creepy to me as a child,

When ever I went down there, my imagination went wild.

 

This little corner house at 445 Parkview Street,

Helped raise me and my children, pretty neat,

Inside the walls of burgundy seen some things do down,

I can’t believe that I survived, and that house is still around.