The little old house sits alone
Once it had a woman to call it's own
But circumstance took her away

Now the roof is sagging
And the grass needs mowing
Windows are dirty without light showing
The porch steps are cracked
And weeds growing through

Now the little old house remembers and sighs
And wishes there were never any goodbyes
It remembers the soft sound of humming
And food on the stove cooking
When company was coming

How it longs for lilting laughter
Of family and children playing
It remembers it's woman
And the many times it heard her praying

And her soft songs of lullaby and nursery rhymes
As it sits alone and remembers the good times
Thirty-five years..my how they did fly

And the wind in the willows..
Why I do believe I hear them cry
They must miss her as I do
If you were a little old house ..you would too..
Bonnie Ray 2003
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May You always be covered with God's pure love!

Thank you for dropping by to visit with me!!!



 

 

 





4-28-2008

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