the story that happened under a roof?
how many it took to build that and how long?
way back when...
or how many butts have sat on those old steps?
how many fires in the stove to cook or heat the home?
what the crickets sounded like coming through those windows on a hot summer night?
how many years did that old roof protect its family inside?
or how loved this old place once was?
still is...
who planted the yucca?
or laid the stone in place?
so many stories...
how many bedtime prayers?
how many dreams?
I have been told that the ones who lived here...
were a couple named...
Everett and Lily...
and that later in life, they moved to town...
and every now and then, they ventured back...
and just sat on the front porch in the evenings...
;)
watching the old pick ups drive by...
waving at old neighbors...
generations later...
she still stands...
to remind all of those gone on...
of days of hard work...
family...
I hope you have a wonderful Monday...
;0)
and take just a moment to wave back at your grandparents and great grandparents...
I'll bet there are old front porches in Heaven...
;0)
