The Old English Manor
How many secrets live , how many memories survive
In the old English Manor set high upon the hill
Who strolls the halls, even thought their voice is still
What part of the person stays after death arrives
What caused the Manor to quiet, who saw it with their eyes
No one ever talks about it, perhaps no one ever will
The stories that surround it are they overkill
Listening carefully one is cautioned to be quiet, it is wise
Music sometimes hauntingly fills the air
What band could be playing on
Who could be dancing with a flair
Even after they have gone
Who left the English Manor, fleeing in despair
Only those left behind know the wrong
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Fantastic Mom, hope all is going better with you and yours…Love ya
Thank you Vickie, Mark came home from the hospital today, for the third time since Mar. 26, one thing after another, but I think he is okay now, has a good appetite, and his spirits are up, just needs to get moving. Heard you went back home, hope all is good with you and yours, love you, Mom
– Elsie Duggan
Wish i could write like you.. :-)
Thank you for the lovely compliment BigPauly, I do appreciate it very much, Elsie
– Elsie Duggan
Beautifully done as always Elsie!! Miss you, love you :)
Thank you Allison, I miss you too, even your emails, do write and let me know how things are going down under, thanks for commenting on my poem, love you, Elsie
Things are going,got Jamies wedding tree done have put it in , been working in my garden planting and weeding! Hope that Mark gets better my thoughts are with you Mom loves ya