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 that time so long ago.
Back to childhood dreams,
A place I'd love to go.

Grandma cooking in the kitchen,
Mother hanging out 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,
Sent by God above.
I'll forever savor memories,
That came from the house of love.

Copyright © 2001 by Mary M. Alward
All Rights Reserved

Music playing: Just A Wish copyright © 2000 by NIGHT ANGEL