Keeping Of The Times

Packing up the car to the brim Off we flew up the motorway to Kildare Drove into the small tidy town of ballymore To meet with the finest of grandparents Who lived there A very peaceful place to be The views of sheep flocked in groups and numbers surrounded by fields and fields long with the hills to be seen in the distance. So many things of beauty could be witnessed when outside in the garden of The White House hidden on the tight corner. The light brown gates stood out to us as we visited each time we waited to open them, just like unlocking the the key to finding the code for treasure Everyday The pink blossom tree shone like a star shining bright over looking the gate In the driveway we went The path had it cracks but still remained well in good place A lovely welcoming smell as you entered Inside a beautiful sense of worth and warmth you couldn’t imagine People that grow up your soul At the heart of it all was joy, happiness and love. lots of important feeling to have in your life. The house had a strong connection to the people who lived or even stayed inside of it. But as the years went bye, The lily began to die New born lambs and daffodils soon after in the spring, after was the summer and then the cold bitter winter. From then on, Visiting always felt like something was missing, a piece of the puzzle couldn’t ever be found. Looking for the piece, we ended juggling everything up. Piece after piece went missing before long all of the jigsaw was lost As we walked inside A feeling of sadness built up Every item unchanged around Yet nobody was around or insight, resulting in nothing, from ever being the same again. As we left we understood that would be it all over for now Up went the house on sale a few months later as time upon time passed. The sale reached an agreement. Even though it was hard to move on, knowing it was, was the the right thing to do. Unfortunately it was much harder then expected , especially because it felt like leaving all the memories behind