Edna Mae Donaldson
Laugher And Tears
Where has all the laugher gone?
In this house that was a home,
That echoed from the rafters,
Before the children roamed,
Where is all the happiness?
That made this house home.
That caressed and blessed, this haven of a home.
Where is all the pitter-patter of tiny dimpled feet,
That toddled here and toddled there, from all