Floorboards cry for babies past,
Reminders of sleepless nights,
Pacing till dawn’s early light.

Ceilings silence previous bursts
Of jumping, romping youth
Full of energy, having fun.

Walls creak and bellow, a
Reminder of teenage music
Played at full plus volume.

Doors squeak, no longer
Oiled by the young adult,
Trying to enter past curfew.

These sounds of years gone by
Mingle with today’s noises, like
Careful, shuffled footsteps,
Daytime napper’s snores, and
Heaters warming old bones.

This house will far outlive us,
But we’ve left our special mark:
Stories of a life well lived,
Stories of a house well loved.