This Old House

I think I can hear the walls whispering as this old house starts echoing with the emptiness

With each box that crosses the threshold I hear the whispering of another memory

A young couple, one with rounded tummy, 

crossing into a big empty house

The sounds of a baby filling the night air

Sprawling crawls and first steps on slippery floors

The laughter and happiness of first Christmas morns

Hunting for Easter treasures

First days of school

Learning to share and play nicely

Reading time and bible study time

"Can I go play to ... 's house, Mom" bouncing off the walls 

Movie nights, game nights, and nothing special nights

Flashlights lighting summer nights

 and mittens covering hands as snowman are built

Bath time, bed time, and waking up time

Times to cry and times to rejoice

 

Will this old house miss us?

Will it miss the sounds of elephant feet on the stairs?

Will it miss the silly loudness?

Will it miss the quiet times and nighttime slumbers?

Will it miss the Christmas tree in that specific corner?

Many families have lived between these walls

If this old house had a soul would it ask us to stay or be ready for someone new?

 

We will cherish the moments and memories that we shared in this old house

and like the changing of the leaves on the big maple tree

we will move on and build new memories wherever home may take us.