Monday, May 6, 2019

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


  1. These verses tell a beautiful story. I often dream about my childhood home and wish I could sit on the porch again in the shade of the big oak tree. Many happy memories. Thank you for your kind comments on my blog. God bless you.

  2. Oh, this old home has seen many things, huh Susie? I loved your beautiful poem, and it stirred my heart in many ways. All the little feet running around in an active house, and then the kids grow up and have a house of their own. It's so nice that you think about these things and have wonderful memories. How I love your stories and poems, Susie. I am blessed to hear them, and they stir up memories for me as well.

    Happy Mother's Day to you, Susie, and thank you for your comment. It was so special.

    love, ~Sheri

  3. Susie, I always read your poems out loud. This makes me think of the old house on the next is sinking lower each year. I know it once held a family that loved it. I drove by my mother's old place today. It has a young family living there now. Blessings to you my sweet friend. xoxo,love you, Susie

  4. Lovely poem, Susie. Just imagine all the stories that house could tell if it could talk. Happy Mother's Day to you today.

  5. Susie, I've been catching up with reading your blog. So many wonderful poems and pictures! You are a blessing.