Wrapped in Memories

There's no one with me in my home
Except a loving memory.
So why is this the very place
That I will always want to be?

If a palace were available
This house would still be my first choice.
Its walls through all the years and tears
Still echo with his beloved voice.

We have been told that walls can't speak
But when they've known a love like ours,
They offer up a warm embrace
That comforts in life's coldest showers.

So when my feet have carried me
To foreign places far from here,
I'll yield to the allure of them;
Then hurry back to place most dear.

Wrapped in the memories of love
As safe as in those arms of yore
I'll wait until He comes for me
To take me to those gone before.

By: Joyce 6/14/05