Time to part from these walls old friend,

What stories you can tell.

The legends of lives lived and spent,

Now time to bid farewell

I hear laughter in the hallway

And sobbing on the stairs;

Shadows that have had their day

Eras passing by, unawares.

Roses in the garden stand uniformed in bloom;

Memories made on piano keys

Of the old baby grand in tune.

The chiming of the grandfather clock marks moments such as these.

The pitter patter of little feet,

A new welcome in this home;

New life in old haunts compete

A scattering of wooden toys on floors thrown.

A blank canvas of life lies ahead.

New beginnings to paint and draw,

So this leaves me with this question instead:

Is this really goodbye like before?

© Copyright Margaret Purslow 2014