A silly little note about the house we just moved from:
You were made with brick and mortar
You were crafted with wood and nail
Your roof created safety and protection
Your floors watched our little one stand and fall
Your walls shared in our happiness and sorrow
Your doors opened to welcome us inside
Forever we’ll remember the house on Tambay
Never slipping through our rusty, crusty minds.
Prodigal Thinker 