THE OLD HOUSE

  (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

In an old house, on an old road,

Where secrets are bestowed,

Where memories are treasured,

Where families have entered.

The house is not just metal and stone,

But knowledge and emotions,

Deep, like the oceans,

Full of what there is to be known.

On cold winter nights,

The house is packed, full of delights,

As the rooms hug the family and friends,

Hoping the happiness never ends.

The old house is still there,

Waiting for a dweller,

Waiting for a heir,

To settle in it's lair.

(Emma Dimitrova, (my 10 year old daughter), 07/04/2019)