Storytelling...If these walls could talk

Forgotten...but not lost

They sit abandoned, and empty

They used to hold the heart...
They continue to hold the memories.

The stories they hold are now theirs alone
For no voice gives music to their song

And as each year passes by
The memories in the walls begins to fade away
Like the night, just before the dawn
The whispers of the past, begin to fade

With hopes of being noticed
Their peer out with dark empty eyes
Windows long gone
and panes cracked and broken

They have stories to tell
Lives that they hold
Terror and Tears
Laughter and Pain
Life and Death
They have seen it all

And though their roofs may be sunken
and their doors broken off
the walls, up right or not
hold on 
hold on to the Breath of Life
that once filled it's space

And when we pass
We can remember with them
We can ponder and dream of the lives they once held
We can see children spilling out
and mamma hanging up the washing
Daddy going out to the pasture with the dog, not far behind.


These memories...golden memories still enrich the lives
of those who take notice.

linking up with Sadee here

Love and Light