The Move Poem by Bob Gibson

Sold the house! we move today
We bought another not far away
For twenty years this has been our home,
Now its time for us to roam
The rooms are empty the walls are bare
My footsteps echo on the stair
In my mind each room comes to life,
Memories of children and my wife
The Christmas tree stood by the wall,
Covered in lights it seemed so tall
Exited voices of children playing,
.I'm getting old what am i saying
Its just a house, it has no soul
A habitat that's fulfilled its role
But how we loved our little nest,
Though winters hard, you stood the test
The wind and rain on the window pane,
As the log fire bursts in to flame
The children are gone and we must move
There's a new family now, I'm sure you'll approve
Goodbye old house as i shed a tear
You'll look after this family, i have no fear
A new lick of paint, to brighten your eave
You'll welcome them to, this i believe