In this house we live year on year
Our lives enriched by treasured trinkets we hold dear.
Each memory good or bad permeates these walls
Each sound of love and cry of pain echoed through these halls.
In this house of love we played and plotted undaunted
Our lives enriched by dreams of grandchildren and children wanted.
Each wall on strong foundations built to withstand falls
Each garden flower planted with patience and nurtured with love grows tall.
Our house is strong from loving bonds
Our legacy seeps through each foliage frond
Every brick and stone when we grow old
Carries enduring imprint of our souls.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
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