Nobody lives here anymore ..

Pre Loved , Poem of a derelict old house

"You look at me
and see a run down
shack
I remember the days when
I was a loving home.
A newly wed couple
bought me
I recall the sound of their first
born's cry
my rooms smelt of lavender
home made pies
childrens' laughter
rang right through to
my rafters
and I was special then
i served an important
function, a family home
the couple grew old as
their children grew
and left home.
many wonderful memories..
now I stand here empty
decaying
how I long for
the sound of
the childrens' laughter
once more"

Jainiemac 01/03/2011