29 June 2012
Heard the laughs and felt the tears. Watched our love's winding path Protected our family through the years.
Three beautiful kids played in its rooms Each stained wall a story to tell. It provided a home to more When our eldest dropped her bombshell.
Those times are gone and there's eerie silence Damp is rising spreading rust. Echoes of history down its halls Family portraits gathering dust
Dust • Opuss № I