An old milk can,
A wagon wheel,
Beneath the flowers,
On the window sill.

Paint's all crackin',
Fixing to peel,
Vines growing,
Where they will.

Silence looms,
No laughter to share,
Slats are missing,
From the rockin' chair.

No feet racing,
Across the floor,
Lock is rusting,
In the front door.

Window panes,
Dull but unbroken,
Folks long gone,
Words unspoken.

Remember when,
It wasn't this way,
Laughter rang,
Throughout the day.

Paint was shiny,
Wet looking and new,
Flowers tended,
Weeds were few.

Children playing,
Mom hanging clothes,
Dad in the field,
Planting cotton rows.

Remember when,
Love filled the rooms,
Chasing away
Worry and gloom.

Ah, yes I remember,
The good ole days,
Through aged eyes,
Such treasured ways.

Gayle Davis©
07 March 2006
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