THE OLD PLACE
As I walk through the gate
I see the young children
Running, laughing, playing in the yard.
Just being Children on a Spring day.
On the porch I
see the Grandpa
All around are our Dads,
Talking about their crops
And life on the farm in general.
Upon
entering the house
I can hear the voices of Granny and
Our Moms in the back talking and laughing
While cooking lunch.
No, this is only my Memories,
For Granny and Grandpa
Have moved on to their home in Heaven.
The children now have children of their own and
The Moms and Dads are now the Granny's and Grandpa's.
No, today we come to the Old Place
To go through the things that was so dear
To the people that once lived here
And try to find peace.
We joke as we attend to the task at hand
To ease the sorrow that we feel.
With each box we pull out
We joking say "This is where the treasure is hid".
If one was truly look for riches
In the form of material things
Non was nor would be found
This day or forever.
The true
treasures lives within the walls
Treasures of Love,
Treasures of Family,
Treasures of Memories.
As long as we hold on to these Treasures
And pass them to our Children
The Old Place will forever stand
If only in our Hearts and Minds.
By: Charles W. Lee
April 24, 2000
Music 'In the Garden'
'I come to the garden
alone, While the dew is still on the roses; And the voice I hear........'
Oh what special times we had at this 'Old Place'.... A home where we loved, a home where we were allowed to be just kids... I can still hear the voices of Granny and Grandpa each time I enter the old house. I hope these voices never go away and I hope with all my heart that somewhere, you also have an 'Old Place', a place in your heart where you can go when lifes heart breaks falls upon you.