Tides of time

In this abandoned home, voices of love still
occupy the rooms
Years of memories still carry their scents of old
perfumes
Families gathered together bonding through the
tides of time
Aging wallpaper peeling down, yet still hold
framed portraits left behind
The flower garden that mother once groomed
still remains in the backyard
Now is wilted and out grown, toughened by the
seasons that came on too hard
Still it remains with its roots engraved upon the
tides of time
Surrounding rocks marking its gravestone when
the garden surrenders into vines
The yard the children stood in still has trails of
where we would play
Although the grass has grown knee high, a faded
blue ball is found resting on its place
Reflecting childhood laughter in echoes within
the tides of time
Us children are all grown today but still come
back to capture our youth left behind
Somehow, when we come back to where our
home used to be
Lines of aging wrinkles begin to fade upon our
faces so gracefully
Flowers still bloom while we look out the
windows through the tides of time
The house looks as new as the day daddy built it
still, in our minds
I sit on the old creaking porch, wiping these old
tears from my eyes
Tears that aged from crying whenever I always
come to realize
Our parents have both been called to heaven so
long ago and someday we will find
A life back to them once again through the tides
of time…

Posted by Caesar Dan
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