FOR SALE:

For sale, old house, owners died, many possibilities,

No one knows, no one cares, so many insensibilities,

Roof sagging, tiles cracked, old loose gate is banging,

Peeling paint, weed filled garden, old gables hanging.

 

Front door creaks open, memories, all steeped in glory,

Every memory is a life time & each room tells its story,

Of bride carried beneath lintel, by her handsome groom,

And wanted babies, in turn arrived, filling every room.

 

Echoing laughter, shed tears, the aromas & the scents,

Of babies, perfumes, flowers, all filling years well spent,

Dogs & cats that came & went, filling corners & old mats,

The hooks & pegs in hallways, for long gone coats & hats.

 

The old & musty bathroom, with now cracked yellowing tub,

Once filled with giggling kiddies, rosy & scrubbed with suds,

Kitchen, once wafting, with aromas of hearty stews & cakes,

Loving sunny bedrooms, where more than bread was baked.

 

For sale, houseful of memories, once pampered, cared & loved,

The old owners long gone now, but are watching from above,

Dead pets beneath old cherry tree, waiting with bated breath,

I shall buy this house of memories & bring it back from death.