"These Walls"

 

"These Walls"

Greg Budig 2020

Memories live in the 

walls of old houses. 

Familiar smells and 

comfortable chairs. 

Finding your spot at

the little kid's table. 

Knowing where all 

the candy is hid.

Many times this road 

has been traveled. 

Over the river and 

through the woods. 

A child's anticipation 

cannot be measured. 

Of seeing family and

being surrounded by love. 

In summer grandma's 

garden explodes into color. 

Orange and yellow. 

Purple and red. 

In winter the Christmas 

tree glows in the corner.

Warm smells from the 

oven, hot coffee and rolls. 

These walls are filled 

with childlike laughter.

And the screaming and 

chaos that ensues. 

The soft low murmur 

of morning conversation. 

Scattered children sleep

blissfully until noon. 

Gathering to celebrate. 

Gathering to grieve.

Laughing at

grandpa's old jokes.

These walls have heard

the passing of time.

These walls hold the 

essence of our lives. 

The End