If These Walls Could Talk

Held you were, protected from the storms

Shaded from the blinding rays at midday

Warmed as winter winds preyed upon the land

Dry and safe as spring rains ensued

You buried your dead at my doorstep

Birthed your children beneath my eaves

Welcomed your loved ones at my door

Celebrated and mourned in my embrace

Standing as you are, so many years past

Wondering at the haste of my demise

Betraying your memories as I ease to the ground

To the bed of moss where I will make my rest

Think if you will of the day we last shared

Your life packed in bags as the urban din called

You took all that you desired and left me behind

These passing years my faith and I fell to ruin

Now you stand looking through me and I into you

Wishing that heart and home be united once more

But united they were and ever will be

As the earth rises to bring us both home

C. Norman-Donovan