Some days this house is quiet like no one is at home,
If you'll listen with your memory then laughter fills the room.
The turkey, ham and Christmas trees have all been put away,
Thank God, we have our memories to fill these lonely days.
Days we long to see them and hug them one more time,
Remembering laughter that was so loud, we had to call them down.
I can hear those happy voices of each one even now,
The screams of joy at Christmas toys, and socks that left a frown.
The aftermath of boxes ripped and torn upon the floor,
A sea of wrapping paper stretching almost out the door.
Old folks dozing in a their chairs, their bellies full of pie,
Each kid has staked a claim on space to play, a gleam still in his eye.
Now time for stories of days gone by, Oh how miss them all,
We talk of those now gone home, with tears that sometimes fall.
Recalling special moments with each and every one,
Wishing you'd gotten one more hug, before they heard the call.
I sit here in the quiet now, a smile upon my face,
A home is never empty, once it's been filled with love,
Remember just how good God is, and thank Him for His Grace.
I long for that reunion when I see Him face to face.
Mike Roberson
12/28/21
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