Left To Slumber

I'm just an old home left to slumber from happy days gone by

Many wind swept memories still linger sweet as a lullaby

My ole run down heart still has plenty left to tell

if you'd just step on in and sit fer a spell

I'd tell of the voices echoeing around me through the years

of so many happy souls, still makes me cry joyful tears

I yearn to be a happy place where the sound of a bird's song

was once deafened by the children that are now grown

The pretty daffodils still bloom around me in the spring

I'll always cherish the gardener and the beauty she did bring

My tarpaper shingles are not fancy but I miss shiny windows so clean

awe, I can still hear the supper bell and it's my favorite ring

Those wrinkled, tired, ole hands from sun up to sun down

oh how the table held plenty and the food did abound

Come spring, summer, Fall or winter, blue skies or gray

helping to spread a father and mother's love in a boundless way

I loved being a peaceful, ole place to lay their heads at night

dreaming of another day, the mantle clock a pleasant quiet

While the ole whipperwills made their nightly call

trying to out do the crickets, hoot owls and all

So many feet running around every corner and bend

there was never a dull moment before loneliness settled in

Underneath this ole roof a lifetime of living came to unfold

those beautiful sunsets, sunrises and rain pelting never got old

The tall, bending grass makes me seem so empty and gray

time has a way of doing that and history does slip on away

I may not look like much to some sitting here in the past

but these old, weather beaten boards were surely made to last

Today I sit in slumber and remembering comes so easy

listening to the yesterdays drifting in the leaves so breezy

Waiting for someone to walk through my welcome, ole door

then time will stand still and I'll never be lonely anymore

© Susie Swanson, 2019