If Only a House Could Speak

If only a house could speak...oh the stories it would tell...
It would tell of times when lives were young before all innocence fell...
The sound of children's pitter patter throughout the house...
When ruffles flowed down a pressed ironed blouse...
When the Bible was taught and manners learned...
When work was hard, times were tough, lives were turned...
It would speak of strength a family has...
A time when neighbors were neighborly as...
The freshly planted roses along the picket fence...
Now shows traces of neglect...the weeping flowers are tense...
For times have come and gone throughout this home...
It holds so many memories which can be shone...
The love, the laughter, the brilliance passed on...
To the next contender..from dusk til dawn...
It's the "End of an Era" time to say, "Good Bye"...
I know it's tough and tears have run dry...
Good Bye, Good Bye, Good Bye, Good Bye.
 ~Lisa D. Myers