This Old House

I want to thank a friend for inspiring me to write what was already in my heart, I just needed a little push. Big changes are ahead in my life and I want to thank my folks, Ken And Carol Wittler for all their love and support over the years. This one is for you and my boys.
Thank you Mary Anne

I woke up this morning
American dream of another time
Sixty years behind them
In this old house
Now there's no sound around
Of children...

I shed tears
When no one is around
Sadness is hidden
So I don't bring you down
Pain is a reminder
Of a better place
Where glory is found.

In my own time
We were making
A place all our own
Based on that vision
Now it's gone
Broken home
And children are growing
Without a father.

This old house gets to creaking
Like someone is hurting
Then,
only skinned up knees
Playing in the basement
But I know there is more to it.

All alone praying
Trying to find words
Lost in this twitterverse of confusion
Then,
This old house speaks to me
Like a long lost friend....

You got to get moving
Put it all behind you
Make room for happiness
Because all you have today
Are memories and wishes
When it was better...

So, no more crying
No more wishing
Only doing what's right
By those in my life
And God knows a road to redemption
Away from this old house..

-D.A. Wittler 2015