We planned and built our home, we two,
With every thought that it would do
For us, until the children grew…
When we could find another place
With grander view and much more space.
But oh, we did not seem to know
That childish laughter lingers so
Within the walls, and firelight’s glow
Paints pictures we cannot forget
While friendly voices echo yet,
That with the trees we planted here,
The flowers we grew from year to year,
The dogwood spreading ever near,
The promise found in fruitful loam,
We found we’d planted ties of home.
~ Helen Jenswald Dahle
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what a very sweet verse. I like that so much.