There was a house
Nestled in trees
Who stood with such beauty
It was hard to believe.
Couples moved in,
Singles moved out.
The house grew empty
Hollow halls throughout.
"It's haunted!" They'd say
Frightened and dramatic.
Realtors were surprised
"There's something in the attic!"
Days they searched,
Nothing to be found.
"There's something up there!"
And they stood, foot to ground.
Until one rainy day
A lady of sixty plus
Came to see the house...
"This house, have it, I must!"
The "For Sale" sign came down
And the elder moved in.
Here she stayed, and told
Stories about how it began.
"You see, this house is special
It belonged to my mother."
The lady smiled, remembering now
"This house won't choose another."
So the woman stayed long,
Well, she stayed until her death.
The house seemed to die along,
Creaking it's last happy breath. |