I Will Take As Many Words As I Want To Write This Story

@SW-User Thanks. Yes. There is a silent remorse in it.

I felt it for sure..

@SW-User I sometimes think of that when I see a old house like that. All the love and laughter it once shared. The children, screaming with delight on Birthdays and Christmas. The look of unbelief on their faces. The love all shared and times of bonding. The endless yells of 'Mommy" or Daddy" that rang through the halls. kinda sad.

I adore your new avi.

@DanielChristensen Thank You . I wrote this a few years back and never posted it. I figured it was time to. There are a lot of houses that remember this Holiday season just like that.

@SW-User I could say a lot about this piece and the picture accompanying it. I had the poem;the thought, wrote first and wanted a pic to go with it. After a lot of searching I found this..And that should be enough...

..but not for me. I wanted to know more about this house-if there was more to be found. I traced the photographer down and asked why this place. They said they "were traveling and this place called to them and they had to stop and take pics of it--almost as if it had silently wanted the attention one more time". OK-that is paraphrasing but you get the idea.

I think of the house I live in now. There is just me in a house that once had four, repleat with joy, laughter, sorrow, tears, fun, merriment and warmth. Now I talk to the walls and, while they are great listeners they never speak back.

There are chimes here. I can't hear them but the house can. A lonely dirge for days gone by.

Never to return.

@PhoenixPhail Thank You. I loved writing this piece. It almost wrote itself as it feels like my house. Where there were once voices of 4 there is now just me.

That is a Micheal Otto pic called "Lonely House". I did some research on this and it was abandoned 40 years plus before this pic was taken.

Silently it sits in it current state remembering the love, affection, warmth, laughter (and tears) that once filled it.

Never to return.

@Elandra77 ...a very melancholy story.
I think the pic is appropriately named.

@SevenTierCrazyCake Then I am glad I could touch you and perhaps give you pause in some way. Maybe inspire a moment of respite, reflection or pensiveness or one more personal.

It's the old soul in me. Perhaps we are both old souls?

I still feel for the house I talk of.

@SmartKat I'm sorry. You deserve to be happy. In truth I feel like a forgotten tennent in a house like that.

@Peachesin truth, the pic was the hardest part. The poem I had but never published. I often wonder that as well when I see abandoned dwellings. Rural and city. I wonder about the love, laughter, lessons learned and fellowship that once took place there. Even in deserted restaurants. As al once had life- not they sit in solace, in memories of days gone by.

As a lot of us do in reality.

@Elandra77 I totally agree.🤔