The house is empty
It was never so
Filled with laughter
We watched them go.

A while ago
We were four
We loved it so
Not any more.

Daughter one got old enough to marry
We were all happy
Son one joined the army
Still recall when I changed his nappy

We grew old together
Now he doesn’t remember a thing
I’m all alone in this big house
My dear husband’s here; his mind no longer functioning.

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