Sunday, 7 July 2013


If these old walls could talk, how many sweet nothings whispered to another:
"I love you, I miss you, come home please," is what they would say,
The life of family - of sisters and brothers.

How many parties, celebrations, restless insomniac nights,
How many meals cooked, grandchildren cuddled, filling our lives with delight.

Everyone's in the middle of expressing a passionate emotion: we were loud,
Everyone's in the process of the centuries grandest love story: my God we were proud.

Goodbye sweet, old house, full of memories of our past.
Although we bid you adieu, we remember you - sweetness: home and haven until the last.