Third Generation Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

As a newly married couple
We moved into our first home
We did not know what was in store
With the people next door

Surprised by their friendliness
A knock, then 'Howdy neighbor…'
With ease they introduced themselves
Beginning volumes upon shelves

As our family began to grow
The more our neighbors related
Like Mom and Dad they cared
Close by with love to be shared

We watched their sons become men
Weddings and parties include us
Babies were born…happiness spread
We were connected by a common thread…

Time has a way of changing the tone
Exuberance dissolves…illness invaded
Life long friends are taken away
A home left vacant… starting to decay

A rose garden unattended…invaded by weeds
Winters pass by with no chimney smoke
Summer warmth has brought new activity
A coat of paint…a flourish of productivity

I see a wave, I hear… 'Hi, I’m your new neighbor…'
I’m buying the house built by my Grand-daddy
Memories will be restored in the transformation
A new chapter begins with the third generation

7/29/09