The house looks lonely now.
Empty  cold and bare
It needs a new family
To bring it back the life.
to nurture and cherish
Someone to care.

To furnish and love it. 
To call it their home
To make their own changes 
And call it their own
 
Its Years full of memories
That make a house a home
Not Silence and emptiness
When the people are gone

All  life's little  treasures
are packed up and taken
But for the people that are left
The memories are not forsaken.

Part of my home
Will live and not die
In For ever, my memory
As life passes by.