The ol' House
A picture hang over the mantle, a tapestry on the wall,
in my moments of madness, I wonder what they saw.
Pictures can't hear and walls can't see,
But if they could, I wonder, “What would they tell me.”
If walls could talk, what would they say.
Would they tell me the story of what happened that day?
Did his steps cause the stairs to painfully creak,
as he climbed on the journey toward final peace.
Did the curtains begin to dance and sway,
knowing that angels were on their way.
Did our house come alive on the day he d.....
did faucets start to drip, like sweet tears cried.
“Walls would you please tell me if you can.
Was it an accident, or was it his plan?”
“Did the ceiling tremble and moan
as he left this ol' house for his new Home.?
I have become obsessed with that old house,
maybe for the secrets it keeps,
maybe to see if those walls weep.
In my insanity I plead,
“please walls, please talk to me.”
for I am a broken mother out of touch with reality.
barbi kinne