as I leave my home for the last time
I shall take with me but memories.
our little blue house once filled with
the laughter of children. now silent,
empty only ghosts walk there.. I leave
behind my heart and my love and my tears.
he is gone now and the house is no longer
alive.as I hold him tight within my heart,
everything we once loved rests there too.
passing years have fled
oak trees roots so deep and wide
ghosts now walk my home
