The empty house
The Empty house sits alone, no one home anymore, if it could talk, would we be sad…. weeds are growing in the front where roses, flower tulips once bloomed, tended to by a sweet mom of four boys, who hands of motherly love..
As you enter the front door, you sense the emptiness of the home, come in and have a seat, glance around the walls, you will be comforted by Our Savior’s face on the walls.
The kitchen is bare, only nick nacks gathered up over years and years of Christian fun family gatherings, where many home cooked meals were prepared.. with a mothers love of 4 hungry boys and a dear loving hardworking father, husband enjoyed his sons company as well as town folk, friends gathered as well, his loving memory is truly felt in this Empty house..
The kitchen table once covered in Christmas sugar cookies, many board games, laughter, brotherly, family wise cracks jokes were told, now is full of bills, old magazines never read.
The Empty House may be empty of four boys and two loving parents who became like family to me, but you can see, feel, hear their voices, laughter, smiles, brotherly love in its walls, photos and on the walls…
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