Empty now,I walk through ,memories echo as footsteps across the floor. In the kitchen doorway,the marks measuring my growth,in the dining room seems like I hear laughter where once we shared our meals. The front door always swung open inviting in whoever came to knock. The living room,there always went the Christmas tree. Soothing memories,all wich was home to me.

well hello stranger! and I LOVE this one!

@brats52005: thank you!

@JLaDawn: :-) thank you lady