Old House

Soon, I'll be leaving you, old house,

    but I'll come back, as spirits do,

To listen to new, joy-filled voices

    wafting in these rooms and through.

You knew me, then, they'll know me when

    my smiling ghost confronts them there

And in your halls and on your stair…

    contentment here is what we'll share.

I'll always haunt your space, old house—

    relaxed, serene, with loving care—

And whisper to each resident,

    who may or may not be my heir,

Old secrets that we two still bear—

    that thieving time sees fit to spare.

Decades from now descendants may

    find these words I've left to share

And puzzle who I was and am…

    but you'll still known me even then.