Mood: hug me
Our House
It sits all lonely and sad
With a For Sale sign in it's yard.
I can almost See its tears mixing with mine -
-As it sits there wishing it would become Ours.
It bid me stop..
Come inside.Warm my halls, and tidy my rooms.
Maybe, if you stop and come inside--
He will be there waiting to make me his bride.
But life itself has dealt a low blow-
And OUR house together, We'll never know..
I watch each day as I pass by,
Hoping the For Sale sign is gone....
And someone has bought OUR house---- and made it a home.
October 2007