where once there was life

where once there was life, it now stands still,
this lonely abandoned ,house on the hill.
the rooms once filled with laughter and light,
now sits dark and quite every night.

but memories are etched inside those walls,
of the happiness and loved that filled each room and hall.
paint cracked walls and broken window Pane's,
where once there was life only memories remain.

memories of children and laughter, holidays and fun,
weddings and birthdays, of daughters and sons.
bad times and good times, sorrows and joys,
where once there was life ,there will be no more.

by Gloria Collins