I came across this poem and thought it sure expressed how I have felt at different times.
On the Stair
(Thomas Mitchell, early 1940’s)
A hair bow on the stair?
Someone must have lost it there.
Little ones hurrying up to bed,
Lisping lips as prayers were said;
Sleepy eyes and lights turned low,
A goodnight kiss… that was long ago.
Schoolbooks on the stair?
Someone must have put them there.
Carefree days and childhood dreams
Soon are past and gone it seems.
Growing taller, and rightly so,
A soft goodnight… that was long ago.
An evening wrap upon the stair?
Someone surely dropped it there.
Dancing feet and laughing lips;
Testing life in tiny sips.
Guide them, God, make them know
What life is… that was long ago.
Silence now, upon the stair,
Though I fancy they are there.
The echo of footsteps reaches my ears,
Sweet, low laughter, unshed tears.
Tempered softly by the fire’s glow
Are my memories of long ago.
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