With each child who spilled through the door
The house filled up with glee;
It bounced back from each wall and nook
And echoed joyously.
It knew that they were why it stood,
The reason it was built.
It knew that it could only live
Within their laughter’s lilt.
So as the time drew closer to
The day they would depart
A single tear of loneliness
Spilled from its wooden heart.
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