The Bequeathal

Once upon a time this house had a large family,

Singing and dancing, full of glee.

Children running all over the place,

Crowded.. yet everyone had their space.

Now they have all flown the nest,

Out in the world, doing their best.

Let us make this a foster home

For those who have no none to call their own.

Let it be a home for those who are alone,

Despondent, dejected and forlorn.

We will have love and so will they,

We will look after them come what may.

Often we feel lonesome, dear

When they come, our house will be full of cheer.

They will have a family

And so will we.

Come, my dear, let us sign this bond to make the house come alive

Just as it was, in the days gone by

Festivities will once again take the floor,

As it did in the days of the yore!