September 13, 2010
By , clearbrook, MD
Night casts its spell, a sleeping sun
A rusty porch light flickers above
The tattered house, now overun
By many years of carefree love
Looked after children through the years
And kept them warm and safe at night
And made a place to hold their tears
give them hope and show them light
Stood through the storms with bravest heart
angry teenagers slamming doors
The house still stands, though falling apart
With creaky walls, uneven floors
Through the years, the children gone,
The Mother died inside its walls
One day while Father cut the lawn
The cold wood floors broke her fall
But one soul lasted and lives inside
With broken doorknobs, Holes in the ceiling
The house now provides a place to hide
For hearts that long but can't find healing
The porch light flickers off and on
Drawing moths in the darkest night
The old house trembles, but still moves on
Keeps struggling to shine its light.

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