Quiet windows and closed doors
Quiet stairways, empty floors
Still the ghosts of past memories flow
Empty cupboards remember when
Darling child’s laughter’s spin
Those days may never come ever again
Cold outside the snowflakes fall
Empty rooms and empty halls
Lonely without heart and home so dear
Still to find the new green grass
When the spring has come to pass
Perhaps then new purpose will be born
My Gifted Life 