Sara Lewis Holmes wrote:
My house creaks in the rain,Read her whole poem here:
a porch-skirted grandmother
shifting her lap.
When I read that, I was back in my grandmother's neighborhood, where the houses wore such skirts. We would sit in the creaking porch swing on a rainy day, my brother and I, snug in the lap of grandmother's house.
Thanks for the memories, Sara, and for writing such evocative words!