I loved every inch of delirious details of this poem- it made me nostalgic for my own grandmother's house. As dirty and as gross as it was (is). I feel warm and soft and almost fuzzy inside, and the last lines really summed up everything. Gotta love this: "We were falling apart anyway, but when she left, that was the last straw." Heartbreaking but gorgeous- oh, I love the way you described things! I stop rambling here.