I
love that old house,
All
broken with time,
Not
for what's there
But
for what it reminds….
Of
days gone by,
Of
Mom and Dad,
The
many good times,
And
some times that were sad.
Sights
and sounds
So
easily recalled,
All
laced with love
Over
windows and walls.
The
bump of the panes
From
the blowing wind,
The
beat of the rain
On
the roof of tin.
|
I love that old house,
Old passing friend,
Not for what's left
But for what it has been.
Mom in the kitchen,
The smell of the air,
Talking with Dad
In his rocking
chair.
Tears of joy,
Sons home from war,
Tears of sorrow,
Death's chilling score.
Sounds of laughter,
The games that we played,
And where family gathered
For Christmas Day. |
