After the Visit

My grandkids paid a visit To our country house last week And filled the house with joy Which emanated from each shriek. I dragged out all the books and games From when their dad was young And played the old cassette tapes With the songs that Raffi'd sung. The pillows from the couch made roads; The dominoes made towers. The dollhouse rooms were rearranged; The playing lasted hours. I'm back this weekend; they are not. I miss their laughs and smiles And all they left behind outside Are stones in little piles.