Our House

Empty halls staircase silent without a painting or portrait To enliven the solitary walls A house without occupant Voices not heard Gables and pointed peaks not welcome for any lonesome bird It was built from long ago hands Several generation before Antiquated WELCOME ALL YE sign posted on the century door Somehow, during the present age It became unoccupied(or devoid of) The absence of conversation A Milieu,filled with family and welcomers Laughter of the little children Mother Father who have left this house(or aboad) A sad reminder of Yesterday that is gone Everything is silent around The plaster and cement Not a Memory(or a house member)to befound Once surrounded with pride and hope Momentos of treasures that emcompassed a spectrum scope The house asks herself this: WHERE ARE THE FAMILY THAT PLAYED ALONG WITH ME- -LIVING AS ONE THROUGHOUT SPRING'S ETERNITY? Patiently quiet and somber through the day A last echo outstretched, quickly fading away This standing foundation A once lived-in urban dwelling breathes no more No one is around any longer to hear feel Embrace the briefest air which,sad to say.. has evaporated today Every now and then I drive down to Boston suburbia and gaze every so often at my birth place now at rest OUR HOUSE