The kids quickly called it the ghost room
What was once the lounge room
The family meeting place
Where we sat around the fire on winter nights
Listening to each others stories
Celebrating the joy of Christmas
Birthdays and gatherings of family.
A room that bustled with life taken from us
Replaced with an open space where we all fitted
Admittedly in more comfort
But with out the heart of the old room.
Now it sadly sits in front of the house
Neglected except for the occasional dust
The sometimes visit of mislaid friends
Who admire your handiwork.
The effort you made to provide us with a ‘good ‘ room
Kids were banned from the space
God forbid they sat on the new lounge
That their dirty feet soiled the carpet
A white pile, which I could never understand.
Children are grubby, its how they are
They bring dirt in with them
They soil where they walk.
So the room has been consigned history
Along with its energy and its life.
Today we gathered around my table
Remember when one said….