LOVE'S HOUSE OF ECHOES

LOVE'S HOUSE OF ECHOES

The house is empty now, but
filled with echoes of the past,
of hearts that lived within
and memories that will last.

A rocking chair stilled
where my mother liked to sit,
humming softly through the day
and offering up some wit.

I often think I hear her
speaking in a gentle way,
"The children will be home soon,
and that will make my day!"

The children, grown and gone -
leaving laughter in the hall,
I can almost hear the whispers
and their dad's urgent call.

"You kids be quiet, Mom's asleep!"
Then he would reach for me again,
giving me a kiss and hug -
before the day could begin.

Yes, this is love's house of echoes,
and for all who may step inside,
you'll see and hear the memories
of a young man and his bride.

The years have changed the picture
but I never will forget -
the love that endures forever
in an empty house that lingers yet.

Countrymom
11/15/04

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