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Our family visited but they’re gone now…the house is empty

but it’s definitely not bare

for the memories they left behind are echoing everywhere.

If I listen closely…I hear them

their echoes and so much more

as they blend with all the echoes they’ve left behind before… 

I hear children chasing each other around the house…

I see them running fast…and slow

the way they did this visit…and so many visits ago.

I see them playing football outside…

they’ve all gotten so much taller

and I see them playing years ago…

when they were all much smaller.

I see one grandchild up in our climbing tree…

I see Nana cautioning him

and I see his mother when she was small 

sitting next to him on that same limb.

Echoes of so many funny jokes…

that my family said were lame

but on the echoes of their faces 

I see laughter just the same.

I see so many memories bouncing around…

an abundantly joyous amount…

so many echoes from so many years 

that I long ago lost count.

I love how the echoes of today…

the latest ones they cast

so easily blend with yesterdays…

and all the echoes of the past…

Which is why I walk around our empty house with a smile

as from room to room I roam

surrounded by all the echoes 

that make this house our home.