If Houses Could Talk

If houses could talk, oh the tales they would tell

Of laughter and tears, of secrets withheld

Of families that filled them with love and with strife

And the memories made that lasted a lifetime.

The walls would speak of children's first steps,

Of bedtime stories and lullabies kept.

Of birthday parties and games in the yard,

Of holidays celebrated, and guests from afar.

The floors would creak with the weight of the past,

Of arguments had and forgiveness at last.

Of long talks shared over cups of tea,

Or the silence that hung when there was no peace.

The windows would frame the changing views,

Of seasons that came and quickly withdrew.

Of sunsets and dawns, of rainbows and storms,

Of the beauty outside seen from within these walls.

But if houses could talk, they’d also reveal

The secrets we keep, the things we conceal.

Of broken hearts and shattered dreams,

Of fears and doubts and silent screams.

Yet even with all our imperfect ways,

These houses still stand to see better days.

For if they could speak, they'd also remind,

That home is where love and hope reside.

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