Charissa
The little girl’s laughter
Echoed through the rooms
Of the old house…
…waking it from
A long slumber.
The patter of
Her tiny feet…
…brought a smile
To its soul.
For a time…once again...
Princesses, fairies and gnomes
Roamed freely, puppies could talk,
And Pirate ships…
Sailed through the living room
In search of buried treasure.
The sun shone brighter
As imagination and wonder
Filled the air with a charge…
Beyond electricity.
Then she was gone.
Quiet routine…
Claimed the house once again,
As it settled back
Into the tick-tock
Of Life.
The Blessings
Of her joy…
Stored safely deep inside.
Copyright©2008 by VSchoonover. All rights reserved.
2 comments:
This is one of many things that made it so hard to leave. Seeing her loved for who she is and not what she could do to entertain the select crowd was one thing that made the world there so bright. You folks know how to love and let go. Thank you so!
And I already ache for Kansas again...at least the Schoonover part. And I know I'm not the only one.
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