GOODBYE HOUSE:
This could be my happy house,
I'm sick of feeling sad.
Everywhere I look around -
the memories are bad.
I need time to start again
time to let myself heal.
To remember all that I had
and how that made me feel.
These four walls keep me imprisoned-
The good times fade from view
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I imagine I'm somewhere new.
This should've been my happy house
but instead it makes me sad
these four walls have seen so much
containing all that's bad.
Lock the door and say Goodbye
take only memories away
Wish me well; and you dear house
Keep my memories safe I pray.
Memories of my wonderful parents who died
within 7 months of eachother:
Who, according to their grandson Aged 4:
"grew smaller, and smaller, and smaller
untill they grew wings
and flew away to heaven to be Angels."
and
memories of my marriage which
"grew smaller, and smaller, and smaller"
until it disappeared from right under my nose.