This Old House Poem by Lagaya Evans

This old house
Built back in 1862
If these walls could talk
The things they could tell you

They've seen it all
From tragedy to love
The secrets they hold
They'll never tell of

They listen and hear
All the crying at night
Nothing they can do
But hold out the light

They've kept us warm
In return for the times
They've been our mother
In our darkest nights

They never criticize
For all our mistakes
They just swallow us up
Each morning as we wake

These old walls
I have to say have been good
They stood and listened
When no one else would

It seemed at times
They almost came alive
When I'd break down
Four walls almost seemed five

They've heard the joy
They bare the hand prints of
The kids when they were little
Now they're all grown up

This old house
In an odd way has been my friend
Never had to say I'm sorry
For a birthday card I didn't send

I guess you'd think I was crazy
If I thanked them for all these years
For the good times and heartaches
For all the laughter and tears