fauxcroft

A little house tucked away

in a place verdant and green,

holding memories of a time of happiness.

This little house with a wooden door

that has seen good and bad times that’s for sure,

is a gateway to past memories and living.

It’w windows also small are like windows to the souls,

of the people who use to reside in this house

and allowed a glow of light to brightly shine out

and bathe the flowerbeds below in radiance.

This little house, this little home,

this place of memories of it own

sits nestled in a place within the hearts of those who chose to live there.

More than brick, more than cement,

it had far more elements

and within there were the signs of simple comfort.

Yet among all the possessions acquired over years

you could see the love and that rather than possessions,

these were items more like treasure,

to those who resided in this little humble house and home.

Everywhere there are reminders of the living that took place

and all the happy days and bliss as well as grace.

In this little house of love there were dreams

and I feel touched to be witnessing this place so interesting.

Now it stands so isolated, so alone, and now so empty,

as the last person who resided there is now gone.

But left behind are the reminders of a life that was lived there

signs of a loving family that cared.

The family drifted away and left the mum and dad who stayed

and lived a long and happy life in this little house and loving home.

But as each of them passed away it seems those who drifted and didn’t stay

also left this world and now this place this little house and loving home

has no one left to claim the memories so unknown to others now

charged to clear this place.

To find a new family,

to discover new memories

but it’s sad that the old ones will now fade

into the forgotten ether

I would have liked to met this family

and listened to their stories and shared their anecdotes

but now no longer here I guess all that will be remembered,

is what they photographed and wrote.

They to will be assigned to some dark and dusty place

oh it’s so sad how life turns out this way.

But I have this little vision of this little house, this little home

in a place that is so verdant and so green.

it will stay on in my memories and live long in my dreams

and I will pray for new hope for the family

that move into this little house, into this little home

and wish them every luck and love for the future

for a house is not just brick, it is not just cement

it is everything your lives and dreams make it.