The House of Love

Light shimmers in the windows

From the candles on the sills

Flowers fill the yard with fragrance

At the house upon the hill.

Twilight drops a purple veil

Through the early morning haze

I stand down in the valley

And at the house do gaze.

Its shutters hang at angles

The roof needs some repair

But the essence of that house

Is love beyond compare.

I hear the children's laughter

Ringing through the halls.

Excitement, giggles, joy,

Seem to echo off the walls.

I dream of happier times

Of those days of long ago

Back to childhood dreams

A place I'd love to go.

Grandma cooking in the kitchen

Mother hanging up the clothes

The oil lamps at night

And reading by their glow.

Grandpa throwing down the hay

Dad shoveling the coal

The fragrances and sights

Are a blessing to my soul.

Though all of that is now long past

I go back to visit there

For my mind holds all the memories

Of those who truly cared.

My childhood was a blessing

Thanks to God above

I'll forever savor memories

Of the house built out of love.

Copyright © by Mary M. Alward

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Original Art by Marty Bell

Graphics by Dreamwork Designs