This old house ❤️

The heart of the house
is so secretly sensitive as it listens to all the noise
from the children practising on the old piano with their banging, clattering toys
Thick coloured skin covers each and every wall tho this homely habitat still hears everything from one and all
Eyes are everywhere if one took the trouble to look as this cozy, comfortable crib shares life’s long book

Windows within walls are this houses sheer delight trickling and seeping sunshine to savor it’s hearty appetite
Cobwebs collectively entangle betwixt and between
spaces within places where spiders are not seen
This old house has heard lots of laughter, alas also laments of woe
from families and friendship gatherings as the seasons come and go
The heart of this house wept buckets on those days of the dweller’s demises
It melted their memoirs throughout the bricks and mortar amidst it’s clandestine disguises